Listen as the liches rhythmically open and close their sarcophagi in an attempt to create an applause that their long-gone flesh no longer can. Gesamtkunstjerk.
You have the same dream two nights in a row and the second time it's shorter than the first, and then even shorter. And so it continues to exponentially shorten to the point that it enters fractions of a nanosecond, which you then lay down perpendicularly on top of a millennium; a division crossing paths with another division creating a subdivision. Gesamtkunstjerk.