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There is a large slab of pink granite in the middle of a meadow. Inscribed on the stone is the message:
When I consider this carefully, I find not a single property which with certainty separates the waking state from the dream. How can you be certain that your whole life is not a dream?
-- Descartes
It looks like some rainbow-colored pools are across the ravine to the east, but the ravine blocks the way. The northern path heads into twilight, then night. A sea breeze blows in from the west.