Shawn had a strange, lengthy "dream."
His mind was clear. He only thought it was a dream because he felt as though he were inside something like a dreamscape or a memory.
It was much like reading someone else's memories with Legilimency, yet different, because he seemed able to take part. It was a truly peculiar sensation.
A faint mist lingered in the hazy blue sky.
Shawn stood in a vast forest. Ahead of him, a long flight of steps led to a magnificent blue-and-white temple.
A massive goshawk stood atop the building, its wings spread.
He looked around and muttered to himself.
"Could this be Ravenclaw's temple from a thousand years ago? Have I traveled through time? Or have I come to another world?"
Just then, the temple's tapered doors swung open, and a dozen or so women emerged from the hall in two lines.
They wore hooded robes of blue with white patterns, their faces hidden, and their presence seemed utterly ethereal.
Once they had formed two lines outside the hall, the woman at their head called down to Shawn.
"My lord, the deity invites you into the hall for a conversation."
Shawn raised his eyebrows slightly. I can actually interact with this place? I'm not just watching from an omniscient perspective.
He weighed things up briefly. All his questions could only be answered by meeting whoever was behind this, so he stepped onto the stairs.
He climbed to the temple entrance. As he drew closer to the women, who were presumably Ravenclaw's followers, they seemed even more ethereal, much like the insubstantial presence of ghosts.
Shawn's doubts only multiplied.
The woman leading the followers showed no inclination to converse with Shawn. She simply led the way, neither servile nor arrogant.
The hall's interior was simple and elegant