Strap in kittens, mommy's gonna vent a bit.
Verdict: Underrated. 1000%. I don't know when "harmonizing with the mana stream of dream worlds is good" became such a hot take. Maybe it was when the Twitter MLMs decided it was transphobic for cis people to practice chaos magic, or maybe we've just all been slowly conditioning ourselves to believe corporate lies about the higher quality of "artisanal" mana predictated on sub-minimum wage work and the erosion of third spaces.
"But stabilizing dream worlds had a net negative economic effect on their predicate worlds!" Yeah, investing resources in the future takes resources. I guess this is where we're at now. I want the mages of the future to be able to feel the same connection that I do with 4,000-year-old people who would do the same for me. If that means diverting resources from Lockheed-Martin, that's the price of maintaining an intellectual tradition.
"But you're visiting a globalized third space instead of local ones!" Yeah, if I want to practice sigils, I guess I could spend $3 on gas and $8 on coffee to hang out at my local queer coffee shop that will give me a sideeye for invading their "women and enbies" space with butch magic. Or I could recite the Iridescence Soliloquy for free dollars and initiate astral presence in the lost earth, where there is almost certainly a trans dyke with a pirated spellbook in one hand and her girlfriend on a leash in another.
Also, I'm sorry, but I think it's just cool. I think it is important to say that the iridescent tetrahedron at the base of the lost earth is just cool. I think in an age of DRM-locked hyperwands and OpenAI's "cold hermeneutics" push, it's nice to be able to commune with a good-old-fashioned Platonic solid, instead of pretending that there's an actual problem Silicon Valley is solving by reinventing the wheel but with 64 mana sinks now. The "forbidden snack" meme may be overplayed at this point, but wanting to chew on the tips of the Tetrahedron is a way deeper somatic connection than I could ever have with a plastic sigil stamp.
I'm sorry for rambling, Oriana, I know I might be preaching to the choir, especially on this website.