[Broadcast Mind]
The snow doesn't fall straight down. It spirals around you, carried by an icy wind that cuts as sharply as the blade in your hand. There is a carpet of it at your feet, and a curtain in front of you. For a moment, it's like you're the only thing that exists. The town and the mountains behind it can't be seen. Everything is silent and white.
And then it all turns red.
The curtain rises, and those mountains are moving towards you. But they're not mountains at all. They're monsters, things out of nightmares that tower above you with wings and horns, blades and tentacles.
You see the others at your side now, the ones who are like you. They're in silver and white, some of them stained in that more hateful color as they lose limbs. You see the shock and fear of that terrible moment when they realize they've been cut in half. The snow becomes their grave, burying them where they fall.
And there's a good chance that you'll fall. Her too. But at least you won't fall without a fight.
They call it the town of the beginning. And you think to yourself...what a fucking joke.
And then it all turns red.
The curtain rises, and those mountains are moving towards you. But they're not mountains at all. They're monsters, things out of nightmares that tower above you with wings and horns, blades and tentacles.
You see the others at your side now, the ones who are like you. They're in silver and white, some of them stained in that more hateful color as they lose limbs. You see the shock and fear of that terrible moment when they realize they've been cut in half. The snow becomes their grave, burying them where they fall.
And there's a good chance that you'll fall. Her too. But at least you won't fall without a fight.
They call it the town of the beginning. And you think to yourself...what a fucking joke.