The ritual is prepared.

Master of Dreamscape...

Scared?

Let fly the arrow that breaches the gulf of sleeping and waking, raise the shadow sunk in deep reaches, then beckon the spirit wandering.

Now, the wind has shifted.

I am a dreamwalker, ready to face your power.

The mysterious array is composed of strange runes that cover the ground. There is a gap in the middle, waiting for the hero's carefully packed snowball.