Eerine enters into... A museum lobby? Like the front entrance of a museum? But it's... fully empty. And the lights are flickering... Hm. Well, right now at least, there's one way forward. Right past the reception desk. She walks forward, noting everything down mentally. There are a lot of... Like. Eerily lifelike statues? Like? Borderline perfect. Eerine notes them, making sure the camera sees each one, and continues. It's really like walking through an endless art museum. Wandering. Art. Statues. Exhibits. Eventually, Eerine wanders upon a staff-only door with the lights on on the other side.

"Approaching door," she whispers, holding a hand out to open it. It's, like.. A lounge area? Like a backroom? Storage area? Basically, think like a storage closet with a fuckton of art supplies and shit like that, but with a couch in the back. Sitting on said couch, doing repairs to a rather old fashioned polaroid camera, is what appears to be a living gargoyle wearing a black cloak. They seem very zoned into the task.

Eerine slowly approaches, the tips of her fingers glowing slightly. "Hello?"

They jolt up, nearly dropping the camera. They fumble with it before getting a good enough grip on it and turning towards Eerine. "HI?????"

"Entity is capable of human speech," she whispers, "Who are you?"

"Uh. Well, you see. Uh. ??? Why are you here afterhours??? Wait are you like that fucking SMORES goon???"

"You know Smores?? He's not a Domain Explorer- And what do you mean after hours??? Who are you and where am I??? This is Domain 8, right? The Art Gallery?"

"Uhhhholdd on." They sigh and stand up, holding onto their camera tight. "Let me, like..." They slam it against their face a bit, seeming slightly overwhelmed. "Do you want the whole shtick?? Like what we're SUPPOSED to do when people visit???"

"I guess????"

They give an EXASPERATED SIGH and walk over to the door, holding it open and gesturing for Eerine to follow. Eerine follows, muttering notes into the microphone. They flick open a hidden lightswitch, causing all the bright fluorescent lights to come to life. Corelli La Folia begins to play from unseen speakers.

They clear their throat. "Welcome, to the gallery." They begin to walk down the hallway. "Normally. This wouldn't be as ABRUPT and CRINGE but you came here at a BAD TIME so. Get what you get, I suppose."

Eerine's making sure that dinky little camera can see EVERYTHING. "So... are you gonna answer my questions, or...?"

"Yes. In due time. You came here, to this artistic institution, after hours. You weren't even invited! It's quite rude, honestly. I am..." They stop. "...That's unimportant." They keep moving. "And, yes. You are in Madam's Art Gallery. A grand locale where creativity goes to flourish! Now, as for how I know who Smores is.." They come across a crossroads. 2 staircases go down, one goes up. They take the left staircase downwards.

"Only coming here on orders," Eerine sighs, following them. They walk down a hallway. It's grand, and filled with paintings and statues of the Kiss.

Some paintings include:

1. Knight after getting hit by 3 trucks and struck by lightning (Done in the style of a Michelangelo classic)

2. Luna practicing her magic and levelling a forest (Done in the style of a 90s heavy metal album cover)

3. AESOP GETTING FUCKING SHOT IN THE HEART AND DYING HAHAHHAHAHAHHA (Done in the style of an American propaganda dad t-shirt)

4. Cole Genesone getting burnt at the stake (Done in the style of a noir movie poster)

5. A portrait of Roxy Remsleep (Done in the style of a Bored Ape NFT)

"Smores has been... hiding with these people, kind of?" Says the GP, "I have a few pictures of him, but we've yet to turn them into art."

"...Noted." Eerine says, continuing to follow. "Soo... are you a Dreamwalker? Dromen? Whatever they're called..?"

"Oh, me?" They chuckle nervously. "Nno..?? I don't THINK so? Madam is the one who runs this place, I'm just one of the people who.. make stuff for it."

"Noted. I'm assuming this 'Madam' is the Dreamwalker, then?"

"Maybe??"

"...Alright. Is there a way I could maybe.. see her?" Some noise can be heard from inside the suit. "I've got this handled," she whispers.

"??? You??" They stop and turn around, seeming SLIGHTLY worried. "YOU want to see her??"

"...........Kinda, yeah."

"Uhh. I mean????? You could apply to be used as a painting subject and hope to be accepted by her personally??"

More noise can be heard from inside the suit. "Is there a faster process, maybe?"

"Uh.. Uhh??? I don't know."

"Can you check?"

"Nno??? I think I'm like the only one here right now???"

"...Interesting, noted." She looks around the room a bit more. "Where would it normally reside?"

"It?"

"The Dreamwalker"

"Oh. Well, I guess, like... I don't think it really matters??? I doubt you'll really get there by wandering since, like.. I think only SHE can take people there?"

"Interesting... noted. I'll be back."

Eerine leans backwards and falls. For a second the ground is solid and she falls on her ass and looks stupid, but then she phases through the floor...

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