>>5869053>It's fine tho.Well, no, its not.
Your idea was better, memories don't depend as much on the subconscious as dreams do.
It was a more clever use of what you can do
>>5869314> Search her memories for her past (Roll 29 luck)Before she wakes up from her dream you decide to immerse yourself in the torrent of her thoughts.
concentrating on the woman and hoping to learn more than with any conversation.
...
In a forest's collection, a rotted tree stands,
Its limbs, once lush green and wildly unbraid
Now reach out to the cosmos decayed.
You crawl up as a bug of horrid sands
The rotted tree, a relic of time deserved,
has a select few leaves of memories preserved.
a symphony of whispers, ghostly refrains.
Beneath the canopy, you latch on to one that pains.
Fungi and lichen in a delicate ballet,
You see the woman begging, she is prey.
Out in the street, no escape.
Her name is called and sees a mouth agape.
She doesn't recognize Phil,
But he reaches out of good will.
...
You return from the trance, waking up quickly.
You are getting better at doing this, but you couldn't go deeper.
You guess that's enough for now.
>>5868854>>5869053>You are not, stay hiddenAlthough you are not afraid of what she could do to you, you prefer to stay hidden and observe.
Evaluating what you had done, the change inflicted.
When she awoke Phil had left the house an hour prior.
He did not say goodbye, just put on some uniform and left leaving a note on the counter.
<Text me the groceries needed, SYL>
You didn't get it but that was not of your interest.
What was were her opening thoughts, watched from a distance to keep you hidden.
You didn't know if she could see you now that you were linked but just in case.
Her head swung limply a couple of times before she could raise her torso.
Raging hair covering her face and more.
It took a second to open her eyes and recall the life she had.
The traces of your work still burning and present, a grim expression took her.
She covered her face, a vortex of turmoil and regret.
She didn't want to see herself.
"Don't be stupid." She muttered, shuffling to the wheelchair next to her bed.
Her clumsy movements almost distracted you from her lost gaze.
With the little practice that she seemed to have, the absence of mind did not help her.
She kept like that for the few hours you followed.
Minding her life in autopilot, a drone completing simple tasks while pondering.
She hung out clothes and watered some plants.
Your link telling you she was still thinking about "her dream"
When she finally stood still, in front of a laptop, you consider your options.
What will you do?
>Try to change your shape to something else (Into what?)>Talk to her (What do you want to say)>Mess with her brains (What do you want to do?)>Do spooky ghost shit>Leave (where are you going?) [Warning this will break the "Link"]>Write in 
