One of the more eerie crevices of the infinite ex nihilo ad nihilo dreamshards, the waiting room is feared by those who know of its existence. When one finds oneself in the waiting room, time seems to have no meaning. There are others in the room but you don't really want to look at them or make eye contact.

You feel vaguely uncomfortable and a little impatient, but realise that the best thing you can do is wait your turn. For what exactly you don't quite recall, but that's less important than the fact that it is important. The air is close and dry, recycled a thousand times and recycled again. The chair creaks as you shift slightly, and the light flickers momentarily.

The waiting room has been used as a prison, a testing ground, a place of recuperation, and by some determined mystics as a challenge into which they place themselves to find out what they're waiting for, convinced it's a path to paradise. Although it seems timeless, a sense of disquiet and unease slowly builds until it becomes a form of mental torment, and profound self reflection inevitably takes over otherwise numbed thoughts.

How long this takes in the ex creatio ad creatio universe, the physical world, is a matter for debate, but one thing is known - if someone is left in the waiting room for too long, pulling them back becomes more difficult. Whether that resistance is due to some unknown entity slowly digesting captives among the endless echoing halls or a choice made by the captives themselves is not known.

It is possible to travel into the waiting room to converse with those waiting, but mystics doing so speak of strange and alarming sensations and a sense of encroaching, nameless terror.