"Waking from an undetermined period of sleep, Jason finds himself face to face with a younger version of himself. His younger self has grown fearful of a shadowy figure occupying the depths of a painting hanging in the library."

Narrator
His dreams they were eventful
But didn't seem to offer much
Awakening to the sound of a young boy
Tapping him on the shoulder

Jason
You are me... Are you me?

Young Jason
Yes I am, I am you

Narrator
In the library many years ago
A painting hung above the fireplace
His father would make the world look bigger
In the landscapes he would paint

Young Jason
And now it's changed above the fireplace
It's come alive and you must see
Within the trees there stands a man
In darkness he's concealed

He climbed into the frame and became a part of the scenery
Now he waits and watches me
You really have to see

Narrator
And he remembers how his father painted the picture long ago
And the man in the frame had he always been there?
Standing on his own

Jason
Wish me luck I shall try to climb inside
In the heart of this picture I'll reside

"Jason climbs into the open painting."

- Passages -

"Landing unscathed upon a green plateau, Jason heads toward a distant spire. Happening upon the village of Tenitor, he once again encounters the band of dwarves. This time however, Brian's intentions are clearer."

Narrator
The sky is tearing as he falls within
Beneath the canvas of reality
The grass is soft and dew drops moisturise
The blades as sharp as knives upon the plain

He sees a golden spire ahead of him
It's in the distance glowing in the Sun

Onward he goes
In search of the shrouded man

Jason meets an empty town
A place beneath the golden spire
Surrounding him are wooden huts
The faces in the windows bare

Village of Tenitor
Welcome to another world
Here we are again
Face to face with something we just cannot understand
Welcome to the other world
Here we are again
Face to face with dangers we just cannot comprehend

- The spire of the golden church -

Narrator
Jason walks into the church alone
He's reunited with his Dwarven friend
Brian shakes his hand and sits him down

Brian
We've got some work to do so listen now...

You must traverse the plains of Tenitor
To reach the Citadel beyond the dust

Onward you go
In search of the golden crown

Narrator
Jason is to leave the town
To plunder depths of dust unknown

Brian
Within the crown
A precious stone
Will help assist your journey home

Village of Tenitor
Welcome to another world
Here we are again
Face to face with something we just cannot understand
Welcome to the other world
Here we are again
Face to face with dangers we just cannot comprehend

Brian
But beware of the Beings in the streets in the dark
They will tempt you...

- The Eternal City -

"Once again accompanied by the wall of mist, Jason pursues the golden crown in the Eternal City."

Narrator
The atmosphere is thick with presence
Yet the city streets are still
Scattered corpses litter every road
As does their smell
The darkness has descended
As he glares into the distance
He sees the towers, the silent towers
And the Citadel as lonely as the rest
Of this old city
It's oh so dead

"A brief encounter with a lumpy and indistinguishable figure provides Jason with much needed impetus. He soon finds himself standing before the doors of the Citadel."

Narrator
The streets are growing darker
As a voice is faintly heard
The scent of something lurking
Brings Jason to a halt
The need to step into the darkness
It is growing, it's overwhelming
As he tries to keep to the light
He submits to fright

A limb so much darker than darkness
Emerges from the shadows
It attempts to pull him inside
But he escapes
Ignorant of the dangers
He turns and starts to run
Heading toward the glow of the Citadel
Mist it follows...

- The Citadel -

"The Citadel is dark and unwelcoming, but onward he strides. Climbing high into darkness, voices and shapes from his past taunt him in an attempt to bring him down."

Narrator
The doors unfurl to candles bright
Where shapes unfold beyond the light
The hall it leads to something strange
A wall of vines, a chore to face

He grips his torch and lights it bright
The shapes surrounding try to hide
As slowly his ascent begins
The dark around him closing in

The roots above are tough to climb
As Jason grips the torch
From every angle things are moving in...

The Shapeless Limbs of the Beings
Remember me?
You bastard!
etc...

"Escaping history, he finds himself in the throne room, face to face with the Eternal City's last king."

Narrator
Escaping the limbs of uncertainty
Jason emerges intact
A hall before him leads unto a throne
A figure draped in gold
Crown upon his head
The king bestows his reverence
Long time dead

Lifting the crown, an object it meets his eye
A simple box captivates, fills him full of desire

- The Box? -

"The indistinct box hypnotises Jason for several moments, before the presence of a lurking figure steals his attention. He pursues the shrouded man at speed before leaping blindly into darkness. Letting out a devilish scream, the wall of mist moves in swiftly to consume him."

Narrator
A figure behind him steals his thought
The box it fades - he turns to run
The figure it leaps deep into dark
Beyond the hall and vines below

The time has come to run
As the walls begin to collapse
Into the void he flies
And into mist he disappears

The mist consumes
A saving grace
His wounds are gone
His life is saved
Returned to where the dwarfs they sleep
He's safe and sound
He's fast asleep

- Safety -

"Opening his eyes, he is pleasantly surprised to find himself back in the village of Tenitor. Pleased with Jason's success, Brian discusses the shrouded man further."

Narrator
Brian is eager to see
If Jason reclaimed the crown
He talks of his dangerous journey
And his exit so profound

Brian
The shrouded man came for the Box
But his search will go on for a while
For his prize it is yet to be found
And that prize, well it is you...

- Escape -

"In order to leave Tenitor, Jason must pursue an 'exit window'. Heading back out onto the plateau, he spots the shrouded man in the distance. As he attempts to catch him up, the world surrounding him closes in."

Narrator
Returning to fields in the Sun
A figure is seen up ahead
He starts to run, begins to scream and shout
But no closer Jason gets

The world around him starts to lose its form it's closing in
A central point beyond begins to grow from out of nothing
The shrouded man is far beyond the singularity
The sky it is descending and it's pressing down on him

Jason
Still I must run
I must catch him
I must find him
I must... run

Narrator
A door is open in the air
The focus of the energy
It's strong enough to tear apart
The fabric of reality

Jason
I must jump now
I must jump through
Everything is falling

- The Theatre -

Narrator
Jason returns to the stage of The Theatre
The hall it is host to a crowd so delighted
Applauding his efforts they honour his entry
While whistling and cheering the band starts to play...