[i]There was another, louder and more prominent rumble. It ripped through the dream like an earthquake, tearing through the white landscape like a massive sheet of paper. Bits of the sky crumble down, revealing the inky darkness which Sera was trying to get to originally. Sera herself, however, is close to hysterics; She seems to be doing the opposite of her original ideas, and trying to patch up the dream with large fabric patches stitched into the air and floor. 

It wouldn't take much effort to figure out that the dream was falling apart at the seams, and by the panicked look on Sera's face as she leapt impossible distances, trying to fix what is being broken off in the unnatural stillness just after a tremor of that magnitude had shown rather clearly that she is distressed about all of you waking up this time. Perhaps the moment they wake up, Sera ceases to exist? Is she going to hold them hostage in a dream forever?
 
As she skidded to a halt by the others, Raphael spoke about electric guitars and metal. Sera just gave him a Look that shows -exactly- who doesn't like his music. But then she smiles, and laughs. "Okay," she agrees. "Okay, we need a distraction anyways."

"I want to tell you what's going on, guys, really. But I can't - any shock that I give you in here will wake you up, and I don't think you want to wake up right now. There's broken glass -everywhere-. I don't think they understand that there's something trying to help you just yet. They think you're the one doing all of the damage. Uhm, sorry about all of the damage by the way." continued Sera, grinning nervously. But before any of them could react, ask questions, make up their own mind on the situation and inevitably wake up, Sera threw one hand in the air in what might be the one of the worst metal poses known to man.

Her conjuration skills, however, show an insight into one of the most brilliant imaginations known in this world.

Before all of you, the white world turns black and from the floor rises a slightly elevated rectangle of obsidian rock, giant warped steel constructs pushing out of the ground like mockeries of thorny vines. The black sky bugles and tumbles with stormy clouds, every so often a flash of dark orange and red giving the illusion of a burning landscape behind them. In the distance, erupting volcanoes litter the landscape and two large metal rose blooms burst forth from the base of the metal thorn constructs, hiding two massive loud speakers in their petals. Appropriate lighting is given by two gaps in the cloud.

Raphael's trusty guitar lands in his hands, with no wires attached to it. Sera hops off of the hellish stage and sits cross-legged on the brimstone floor, peering up at the stage with a childlike innocence. "Play us a song, then!" she urged Raphael, giggling.[/i]