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You're feeling uncharacteristically charitable. Sort of. Some more powers would be nice, but you know they take a lot out of Virginia, even with the meager offerings she's been getting so far. Besides, you like your sister. More than most.
"Candi is the one who really deserves something nice," you say. "She's been doing all the leg work." Sometimes literally.
Virginia considers this. "Hm. She's a tougher one to please." She circles you slowly like a shark eyeing prey. "You're easy, Boogieman. You're more physical. Carnal. Power and pleasure does it for you."
She's right, of course. Don't bother denying it.
"But her?" Virginia stops, tapping her chin in thought. An idea suddenly occurs to her. Her eyes faintly glow behind her glasses as the ethereal spotlight around her fades away. "How about something simple. How about a quiet night?" she suggests. The light is gone and now you're in darkness. Just you and Virginia's eyes. "A beautiful dream."
Then you're alone, but not really. You're asleep, dreaming, but not alone.
You open your eyes. All your eyes. You're in the Pines only they go on forever. There is no Farm, no House, no Stone Circle, no Shed. Just the Pines. You see everything with the painful clarity only made possible by your Sacred Form, the Evil that lurks within you. Taking a step, your powerful legs glide smoothly, padded feet falling silently. You're a predator, the internal made external, the ugliness in your soul made somehow beautiful, potent, deadly.
You stride through the woods, searching with your many eyes, breathing the scent of pines, tasting the cold night air with a long tongue. Yes, you are in your Sacred Form, only you don't feel the inhuman frenzy that comes with it. You are utterly in control.
It's strange, despite how sharply attuned your senses are, you can't see any colors. This is abnormal. Everything is desaturated, grainy. Like you're seeing the world through 35 millimeter film.
A flash of white movement in the dim distance draws your attention like moth to flame. Someone else is here. The dreamer of this dream. You close on them automatically, in no particular hurry since you know exactly who you'll find.
Your sister, Candi Mercer, walks the woods in a flowing white dress. It billows and trails behind her in a breeze you don't feel. Her hair is longer than normal, flowing like the dress, her eyes wide and afraid as she scans the dark looking for…
She locks eyes with you and freezes.
Looking for you.
