>>5980487You wake, well rested, like any other morning. Your open windows let fresh air enter your being and sunlight warm your face. You open your eyes to see a contrasted entity stalking over you, on all fours. Gazing into its visage you feel your soul being suffocated by its black aura. You cannot move, despite the overwhelming flood of adrenaline. Black liquid begins to drip from its eyes, landing on yours. You see only black. The drizzle builds to a deluge, and as the fluid puddles on your face and overflows to your ears, the silence you were immediately accustomed to becomes saturated with a deafening screech. The liquid enters your quivering, open mouth, drowning you. It tastes like burnt grass smells. Your thoughts fade, and you cease to be.
