((OOC: Crow has woken up in a really bad state from
Drake's dream. His handwriting is shaky and there are small flecks of red that appear on the entry and are smudged at as if trying to be wiped away.))
I am I how
I appear to be dead.
I mean, where I am from.
This brings up so many questions. What exactly would happen, I wonder, if I ever disappeared from here? There is nothing to return to but death. I wonder if this is a burden or a relief.... In a way I feel it is a bit of both.
Argent, I need to speak to you.