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The smell of Sulphur invades your lungs as you struggle to see through thick clouds of gas that sting your eyes, as the water clears you only notice one thing.
A rapidly approaching beam of red light.
You wake up gasping, covered in a frigid sweat, and hand outstretched in the same position as your dream. The air is cool and crisp, devoid of all the fumes and vapors you were embroiled in. You take a few breaths trying to bring your heartrate back down as your mind scrambles to understand what you saw, was it just a nightmare? Maybe a sideeffect of overdoing it with Shivers at the cafe? You close your eyes and try to let your shivers go to that place again when something tugs inside of you.
Don't.
You blink a few times, your body finally under your own control again, every time you dwell on the memory of what you saw after touching the cube something seems to try and insulate you but you make progress the longer you rest on it.
>Push through the warning, go back to what you saw and try to take it all in.
>Let sleeping dogs lie. You aren't sure if this is even a real thing you saw or just the consequences of pushing yourself too far.
>Write-In?
Another big update to make up for the early night I called yesterday, as always I'd love to know what you think of Gramp DeLucia and anything else included in this one. Break out your tinfoil hats because I'd love to hear your theories.
