[Broadcast Mind Event; Dream ]
[ The forest is restless tonight; restless with the sound of screams and the smell of blood. The former fills your ears, the latter blends in with the rest of the scents of your surroundings. The world is enveloped in the dark of night, but you see with ease. There are bodies lying in front of you, bereft of life. Men, women, children - whatever killed them didn't discriminate.
Murderer.
The accusation is voiceless, yet louder than the screams of terror and agony. You're running, scared and guilty, with your hands over your ears. No matter how far and fast you flee, the accusing howls are at your heels. No matter where you turn, you still glimpse fallen bodies, bloody and mauled, some barely recognizable as human.
Monster.
They shout the word at you, and it burns into your skin. The screams of your victims are all you can hear, and blood covers the ground, the trees - everything you touch. Your hands are stained with blood.
You finally stop running, surrounded by angry men and women, the ghosts of those murdered. Murderer. Monster. Killer. You can't stand anymore, collapsing to your knees with your hands over your ears. You plead with them. You didn't want to hurt anyone. Please stop - you aren't a monster.
They don't listen. The screams never stop. The blood never ends. You drown out their cries with a cry of your own, a primal scream choked with tears.
And then you wake. ]
Murderer.
The accusation is voiceless, yet louder than the screams of terror and agony. You're running, scared and guilty, with your hands over your ears. No matter how far and fast you flee, the accusing howls are at your heels. No matter where you turn, you still glimpse fallen bodies, bloody and mauled, some barely recognizable as human.
Monster.
They shout the word at you, and it burns into your skin. The screams of your victims are all you can hear, and blood covers the ground, the trees - everything you touch. Your hands are stained with blood.
You finally stop running, surrounded by angry men and women, the ghosts of those murdered. Murderer. Monster. Killer. You can't stand anymore, collapsing to your knees with your hands over your ears. You plead with them. You didn't want to hurt anyone. Please stop - you aren't a monster.
They don't listen. The screams never stop. The blood never ends. You drown out their cries with a cry of your own, a primal scream choked with tears.
And then you wake. ]