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"What?! W-wh… what the… Wait…" Madura realized he had failed to get up and was dreaming. He immediately tried to stifle the voice and wake up, mentally repeating to himself “ignore it, it isn’t real!” The sound of a gong that came close to cracking his skull asunder boomed and reverberated through his skull. "I heard that," the invading voice said. Madura, convinced by the pain that this was no dream, thought
"Who… what… are you?"
A strangely comforting chuckle echoed. "How rude of me. I am, of course, Harbinger. The being that emerged from the unknown, and created everything on a whim, and can do anything with a thought, etc. etc. I am truly sorry for the manner in which I must contact you."
"I thought you were dead! Long ago!" Thought Madura, unintentionally ignoring Harbinger’s apology, and astonished beyond description. It was far too much to fathom in a mere moment- the creator of everything he knew, revered by all in Heaven and described in every historical record, talking directly to his face? Well, not his face, but mind. Still… He continued to reply as coherently as he could.
"How-"
