Like a thunderclap you it the field. Blue lines of energy flash, burning themselves into your retinas. The discharge renders your body numb, throwing you into the void itself. Your lungs become iron, breathing is impossible. Dark shadows fight with the lines for your vision. The starlight fades.
Waking. Cold. The darkness returns.
You are dreaming of stars. No, you are awake looking at stars. You look around you, at the cold metal landscape beneath the stars. A tower, a city, a fire.
Where do you go?
Back to the Hole
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