[As soon as you enter Azula's dreamscape, you're greeted by chaotic images- fragments of memories, words, scenes, jumbling together without context. Individual sentences and scenes might be recognizable amongst the din, but nothing coherent. Faces, as well, might be recognizable among the chaotic maelstrom of visuals- Her own face, hair butchered and limp, glaring in a mirror. A sad-looking woman who resembles an older, gentler Azula with darker eyes. A severe man with long, immaculately styled hair and a carefully-groomed goatee. Her own brother, as a child, face still unscarred. A girl Azula's own age with a dour face, glaring in resentment. Another girl, cheerful and sunny expression marred by fear. A massive wild man with hair and beard like overgrown plants, eyes glowing with malicious glee. An earnest, smiling boy with death-pale skin.
Finally, the chaotic mesh of words and faces subsides, and you find yourself in the dream.]
Dreamscape Encounters
Finally, the chaotic mesh of words and faces subsides, and you find yourself in the dream.]