Fandom Island and Town

The stone wasn't alive but it was, in some small sense, aware.

Centuries ago, it had been hewn from the side of a mountain and inscribed with secret words by one with both magic and a deep and abiding sense of love. The words had infused it with power and, as far as a medium-sized stone can manage it anyway, a sense of determination. One might even say stubbornness.

The light of the stars in Fandom's sky had awakened it and it had a job to do.

It sent tendrils of power sliding across the island, searching out the people who lived here and more, the people who had once lived here. They were still bound, still connected, to the island, and the stone used those connections to send its power far across the multiverse.

The power didn't demand, and it didn't threaten. It was calm and subtle and warm, like a tropical breeze, sliding through people's consciousness (or trying to, in any event; Fandom seemed to have more than its fair share of those whose minds stubbornly resisted the stone's influence) to draw out the memories of those they had loved and lost, inviting them to dream.

The stone was a straightforward sort of thing, with all the imagination one would expect of a medium-sized stone, so its message was also straightforward.

If you dream them, they will come.

It was a promise.

Pleased with itself, the stone settled into its task, secure in the knowledge that it could only be found by those it managed to entice into following the power's path to touch it.

[Glee! Ehem, yes. There's OCD for those who are coming to touch the stone and for those who want to find where the heck this weird power signature/feeling is coming from or where these people are going. Not that they'll find out, but when has that ever stopped anyone?

That people in the first thread went into the woods is FB (unless otherwise marked); touching the stone is NFB.]