[h3]The Hunter's Dream[/h3]
Torquil mostly just stood there for a while, looking at Farren first pulling objects out of the birdbath and then holding hands with the living doll, and wondered if the world used to make sense or if it had always been utter nonsense like this. People getting killed but not dying, waking up on an island in the clouds with a sky that decided to just spontaneously switch time of day... People talking to glowing, magical swords, and passing entire arsenals to little bony men that lived in the ground...
Sighing to himself, Torquil shook his head in resignation and wondered if things really made more sense to the others, or if they were just more comfortable being confused. He longed for that place he had seen flashes of in his memories, that nice, cozy little cabin in the woods... remote, quiet and simple. Lonely, but predictable, understandable. He would even prefer being back in the city of Yharnam and embroiled in some frantic fight to the death with a beast hoarse men, where none of the weirdness mattered and all he had to do was to hit the ones that wanted to hurt him really, really hard.
So weird...

Not sure what to do with himself while Farren did his thing and Ophelia changed, Torquil turned to have a closer look at the headstones that were apparently their means of returning to the “Waking World”, whatever that meant. The glowing spot on the last headstone he understood from the doll's explanation represented the lantern Farren had lit earlier, waiting to be given a name. It did not exactly “make sense,” but he understood the general concept, at least. He pondered a name for it for a moment, but could not come up with anything before his mind started to wander to other things...
Like the other things written on the headstones.

The one he was looking at had an inscription way up at the top, where it simply said “YHARNAM” in capital letters, but that was not all. Below that it had “West Blood Ministration Clinic”, “Great Bridge”, “Tomb of Oedon”, “Cathedral Ward”, “White Church Workshop”, “Upper Cathedral Ward”, “Lumenflower Gardens”, “Old Yharnam” and “Black Church Workshop”.
The one next to it had the title “FRONTIER” and listed places such as “Hemwick Charnel Lane”, “Witch's Abode”, “Forbidden Woods” and “Immigrant Camps”.
Yet another had “UNSEEN” at the top, and “Outside Yahar'gul”, “Castle Cainhurst” and “Vileblood Queen's Chamber”.
And finally the last one was ominously marked “NIGHTMARE” and had just two items, “Halls of the Old Lords” and “Lair of the Wise Master”.
All of the lines that sounded vaguely like places gleamed like silver, except two; the letters of “Upper Cathedral Ward” and “Lumenflower Gardens” were gold instead of silver.

Torquil shrugged to himself. It was way too abstract for him to try to figure out what places these names referred to, especially when he was barely familiar with Yharnam in the first place. Hopefully the others would understand.