>>6335124As you walk towards the window, you can feel the change. It doesn't get louder or quieter, but broader. Like opening up the range to pick up more but without the interference that'd come with it. In your approach, you pass the desk and your chair, and the noise dims. It doesn't escape your notice. You take another step forward, to be sure, and it dims further. Turning your attention to your desk, you step closer, the noise immediately becoming clearer with each step. Standing right next to your chair, you can feel it almost there, like the last missing gaping hole of a puzzle, and you know that all you need to do to fill it is to sit.
So you do
The world is barren. Disparaging, techno-barbarian tribes struggle and war for survival in this desolate wasteland. Oceans, once full of depth and life now lay wastelands filled with death and strife. Warlords roam and war freely amongst each other, vying for scraps of a now nearly forgotten golden age. Powers struggle for control and survival, utilizing and abusing any means within their reach. The planet spins amidst a chaotic sea of empyrean miasma, too thick for any human being to consider traveling its void waters. Looking further out you see them. The 4 faces from your dream in all their insanity, through their gaze they laugh, curse, invite, mock, praise, lie, promise you all at the same time and not. And before their tendrils can reach you.
You raise from your throne.
