You ignore the woman and instead, turn to her after image, the identical ghost that trails behind her.

“She is right,” she says. “You have doomed us.”

The first woman attempts to attract your attention away.

“We are the queen here. Or she is. We are rulers over all that has been imagined but we rule from dreams and in that we are safe. She is right though. You brought it here. That lust and desire and absolute need for the Screaming Zahir. We had heard of it, yes, because we see all who dream and those who become infected dream of nothing else.”

The first woman is leaping and stamping, trying to draw your attention back from her sister. She has become silent as your focus remains entirely upon the second woman.

“But we observed it through a lens of dreams and it could not spread to us. Now, you have come to the dream and you have brought it with you and now my hair itches and I can feel it wriggling within me. She is furious at you, but I know that you don’t really have a choice.”

The second sister stamps and leaps in the aftermath of the first woman, she seemingly has no choice but to follow. Now, the first woman stands perfectly still and a few moments later the second is absorbed within her and disappears.

“With dreams infested, the final bastion of safety is breached.”