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You shiver suddenly, and without reason. The weather is warm, and the breeze is refreshing, so there is no reason for the sudden chill that has overcome you. You do not sense any intruders, nor do you feel the bloodlust of a predator lurking in the shadows. It is just an odd and sudden chill that has gripped you. With nothing seemingly out of place, you continue with your day. The shiver comes again, this time a little more violent and a little more ominous. This felt different, as if a part of you was trying to warn of some unforeseen and undetectable horror. You still feel as if it is just nonsense. Some superstitious part of you that has come forward to take over your thoughts. There is nothing there, just the unreasonable fear that is creeping into the back of your mind. You shake this ridiculous though from your mind and continue with your duties. The hairs on the back of your neck stand on end as if you are standing on top of a sheer cliff thousands of feet tall. There is a dull numbing sensation at the base of your skull, as if your head were trying to escape and leave your body as a distraction. There is something glaring deep into a part of you that you did not know existed until this exact moment. The fear is no longer shakable, but instead is thick and inescapable. You turn slowly to see what is causing this unspeakable dread. Every inch you turn is an eternity as you mind races with every imaginable monster that could be there. Is it a daemon, come to claim a fresh meal? Another inch, another eternity. Is it a lich, looking for its next cadaver to experiment upon? Slowly, perhaps your carefully slow movements will make you invisible as you turn another inch. Is it an eldritch horror, come to drain your sanity? Your heart is racing as you finally turn the last few inches, your mind unwilling to comprehend what is in front of you until you are fully facing the entrance. Slowly your comprehension catches up with what you see, and that is when the truth of the full horror of what stands before you becomes clear. It is no daemon or lich or eldritch horror. It is worse, much worse. Hundreds of shadowy hands are pulling a very familiar looking specter away from you. The features are clear, with an expression of utter dread. It is only when the speed at which the spirit is being pulled away from you increases do you notice this odd silver thread left behind. The thread just hovers there, seeming to start somewhere behind you as the spirit is whisked off into the vast void of shadow hands, now numbering in the thousands. You trace the thread back to your chest, as the realization of why that specter was so familiar hits you. This sudden momentous insight doubles your perception, now seeing through the eyes on both ends of the silver thread. It is nearly maddening to have the emotions and sensations from two of you at the same time. The dread of one mirrored by the horror of the other. You look up to see a single giant clawed hand grasp the middle of your silver thread. The face of this giant beast begins to form with the same smoky quality of the now millions of hands dragging your soul into the void. The faintest of smiles graces this creatures face as it slowly opens it's gapping maw. You feel the most otherworldly dread wash over you as this creature of shadow takes a bite of your thread, and then suddenly nothingness. Where are you? How could you have gotten lost in the darkness? You call into the dark, hoping for an answer, but none come. Why did you decide to go out at this late hour? Was there something you were supposed to be doing? A thousand questions pop into your head, but one seems to become louder as you continue to wander the darkness. Who am I again? Aruna | |