Here's a thing. No, scratch that, here's Zagreus. This is not where he'd meant to be, but that's all right. The ambiance is...something he can't put a finger on. Familiar? Or the other one, unfamiliar. When there's only two options he can never keep them straight. Why is he wearing a mask?

Normally he quite resists any changes in attire in dreams, there's something offensive about the prospect, yet here it is, pale to the point of nearly glowing, picking up light in the dim. He shrugs, in a rare moment of compliance, with himself or with a dream. Oh well, mask it is, maybe he doesn't object because it's so generic. Or maybe that's why he should.