When first deciding to give my mind a proper structure, I had to start at the top most layer of my mind, where the brick-a-brack floats about during the day, and where I wander off into to visit people I am not intimately connected with.

Eternally just before dawn, Foggy Beach serves as the staging point of exit into the Dream, as well as sometimes playing host to guests not related to me by blood or close personal friendship.