Welp, no sanity problems at all, Miss Celia!

<CounterBeard> Three facets of Time lay open to you, which do you follow? The lumber yard, the Hunt or the Castle.
<Celia> The castle it is
<CounterBeard> Your mind is pulled from the hotel in both space and time. You can almost feel it flying to stand infront of a large castle nestled in the mountains. Snow slowly falls akk around you blanketing you. You are alone.
<Celia> "Well, that is weird. Is it winter yet?" Celia ponders as she picks the snow on the floor. "And Greeny isn't here..." She then approaches the door, knocking it. "Eh, someone here?"
<CounterBeard> The portcullis is infact already raised. But there seems as if there is no one here to have done it. You can almost catch the sight of something running deeper inside. A flash of a smile.
<Celia> "A cheshire cat or a trap? The plot thickens for the beautiful magical girl Celia <3!" She says while trying to pass through the portcullis.
<CounterBeard> You pass through fine. The halls seem to almost twist and turn as you walk through them. As you reach the main hall you get a double vision. Each one overlayered over the other.
<CounterBeard> The first is brightly lit, you can see a roaring fire in the hearth, a long table shows people feasting and eating. Children listen to a puppeteer and hunting houndoom lounge infront of the fire.
<CounterBeard> The other it is barren and dim. No light, save from what spills down from the hall. You can see trails along the walls ground out and holes over the hearth. There is no table or remains of folk nor food.
<Celia> "Past and present... How interesting." Celia mumbles to herself as she walks through the hall, examining the hearth. "But where is this place... And why am i being drawn here..."
<Celia> "Hmph, the last question is stupid though. Of course it is destiny."
<CounterBeard> "Destinyhehehe?" You think you can see the hint of eyes fly down another corridor. Leading ever deeper.
<Celia> "I do not like to be observed by ghosts, especially ones with such grating laughter such as yours. Are you some purple bard or something as tacky as that?" She follows the direction of the eyes, reluctant on getting on what appears to be the easiest trap ever.
<Celia> "Hey, laughingstock, come on and show your face!"
<CounterBeard> "Me a bard? No. I could sing for you though if you wish? A ballad? An aria? Or is dirge more your thing, Oh Pretty Maiden?~" The corridor lead you up higher and higher. Eventuall twisting and turning into a large room.
* Celia walks through the non-euclidian hallway until she stops after noticing the room. "OhcrapiamhavingoneofTHOSEnightmaresright."
<CounterBeard> "Every day is a nightmare. But that is not why you brought us here." The room comes into focus and the dual layers come back into place.
<Celia> "And why did you, uh? Ohgoddamnitwhatisgoingon."
<CounterBeard> The first is barren and desolate. You can see a once richly clothed throne in shambles, there are weapon lockers and shelves that may have once held something, rings of dust mark their place. You can see three skeletons in some sort of uniform on the floor. An overturned table their last refuge. Again bullet holes and marks line the walls.
<CounterBeard> The second is a war room of sorts. A large table with a map pinned sits in the center. Weapon racks line the walls. You can see several manshapes, one is in crystal clarity. A man in modest leather armor, a furred cloack on his back. His wild mane like hair is tied into a warriors tail. The most striking thing other than his scars are his bright, blue eyes. He seems to raise his head and almost stare at you for a moment Celia. Be
<Celia> "Oh crap. That is... Alexei's country?" Celia gulps as she examines the skeletons and bullet holes. "Man, this place is a mess."
<CounterBeard> "Ahaha, you think this anyplace but your land of birth? Nono. You are not so foolish Dreamer."
<Celia> (hey beard, it cut off on Be)
<Celia> (Celia. Be)
<CounterBeard> Before both vision are broken. In the reality of the room you stand in is anotherbeing. It seems nebulous and formed of shadows. "Ah. The once and future. Interesting."
<Celia> "Hmph... Well that sounds even worst. If that is Kushva's castle... I really need to make it shine again when i make it mine." She stares at the shadowbeing, intrigued by him. "Of course, you know that i am a Dreamer. So whose dream do i have the pleasure of being welcomed in?"
<CounterBeard> The being seems to fade away slightly. "A dreaming memeory of my own. Of a long time ago."
<Celia> "A memory? Then who are you? A King? A Guard? A General?"
<CounterBeard> "Who am I? That is a loaded question!" It seems the smile has returned to the voice.
<CounterBeard> "I'm the Pooka of course."
<CounterBeard> End Dream.