The Storyteller paces. A russet-colored muskrat, their brow speckled white, regards the ensemble with a twitching nose, eyes glittering in the imagined firelight, before looking away.

"Two options remain. I cannot be certain of the dangers. And the decision to take those risks, should they come...remains your own."

Those new to the land of LifeAftr may find the words bizarrely abstract, but the purpose will become clear soon enough: travelers are allowed the option to vote for the next island that will join the archipelago of LifeAftr.

( You know what comes next, adventurers. )

For once, there is nothing that needs sharing before this particular dream. There is, perhaps, a lingering edge of tension, of anticipation, like a great jungle cat gathering their hindquarters just moments prior to making a leap.

But you knew that already, didn't you?

In any case, everything settles into place with the air of natural routine.

( You know what comes next, adventurers. )

Mm, yep. This sure is a tagcloud.