After a long and wary descent into deep,

They find a wall so that going on cannot keep.

Oneiros speaks knowingly: “The artwork is key.”

"How?" asks Cordelia. "Too easy if told, would be,"

Oneiros replies with a rather playful smirk.

But Cordelia, they tire of games, wish this to work:

"If you know but do not answer, why are you here?"

Cordelia demands, their annoyance loud and clear.

Oneiros simply laughs. "That is not who I am."

"We're here to work together, get with the program!"

Cordelia counters and begins their own approach.

"Leave him alone," Auseklenis says with reproach.

Auseklenis steps between the live and undead.

Cordelia pauses but briefly, heeds not their own dread.

"He's deadweight, I don't understand why you defend-"

Oneiros laughs, 'deadweight'. "What is wrong with your friend?!"

Though the devil seems unbothered by angry speech...

"There's nothing wrong!" Other thinks they've overreached.

A serpent with very red eyes looks up and sways,

Frightening Amaranth's drake, both in corner stays.

Another drake though, it is getting mad as well,

If it could spit fire, one would be able to tell.

"...Please stop!" Amaranth begs the angry two, frightened.

But with every word the noose seems far more tightened...