voice;
[the sound clicks on, and Bela's voice sounds considerably more strained than usual]
Brilliant decision, isn't it?
Remove the one small comfort this place allows and see if we'll suffer enough without it. All functional aspects are gone, and in that place, we're irritable and cranky. It did, as many have noticed, hit directly at midnight. If you are trying to find ways to sleep, I suggest you don't try sleeping pills. They won't work. Nor will many other sleep aids that will keep you out long enough that the nightmares that come won't bother you. I haven't switched to disgusting solutions just yet-caffeine, that is, in large amounts-but I'm afraid that might have to do.
But I do wonder. Are we supposed to share?
Will the Deities come along and make little notes, asking us just what we dream about?
Oh, no, of course not. We're meant to share willingly, and by time we all hit a certain hour, we'll be sharing and caring about all the unfortunate images in our head. It's only a good thing that this ridiculous contraption can't capture what lurks within.
I would try and act like I have a grip on this, but we all know that's a lie, don't we?
[an annoyed sound, like a sigh breathed out in a shaky manner]
I do so enjoy the reminders, though. Make a deal here, and what do you have in return? A lifelong opportunity like this. And I do believe certain things are impossible to be bartered out. You can never forget how warm some places are.
Brilliant decision, isn't it?
Remove the one small comfort this place allows and see if we'll suffer enough without it. All functional aspects are gone, and in that place, we're irritable and cranky. It did, as many have noticed, hit directly at midnight. If you are trying to find ways to sleep, I suggest you don't try sleeping pills. They won't work. Nor will many other sleep aids that will keep you out long enough that the nightmares that come won't bother you. I haven't switched to disgusting solutions just yet-caffeine, that is, in large amounts-but I'm afraid that might have to do.
But I do wonder. Are we supposed to share?
Will the Deities come along and make little notes, asking us just what we dream about?
Oh, no, of course not. We're meant to share willingly, and by time we all hit a certain hour, we'll be sharing and caring about all the unfortunate images in our head. It's only a good thing that this ridiculous contraption can't capture what lurks within.
I would try and act like I have a grip on this, but we all know that's a lie, don't we?
[an annoyed sound, like a sigh breathed out in a shaky manner]
I do so enjoy the reminders, though. Make a deal here, and what do you have in return? A lifelong opportunity like this. And I do believe certain things are impossible to be bartered out. You can never forget how warm some places are.