dream broadcast. yeah.

[prescientblade]

You have lived in the village your whole life. There were never very many people in it, but your family has been here for nearly as long as the town itself. It's not very large at all, either, but it's been relatively safe, at least until the recent whispers of creeping monsters drawing closer each night.

Yoma, they say in hushed tones as you head

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voice;

[mudhair]

What... What is this?

voice;

[prescientblade]

A dream.

[There's a clear streak of disgust in her voice - or is that fear?]

At least, I can only hope it's a dream.

voice;

[mudhair]

I, er, I hope it is.

I mean, it sounds somewhat terrifying, so-

voice;

[prescientblade]

I... It does.

I've never come close to seeing that part of myself before.

voice;

[mudhair]

You're strong enough so that it won't ever real itself. At least, um.

Well, that's what I think.

voice;

[prescientblade]

[...]

I'd hope you're right, Clarice.

...Have you ever felt it?

voice;

[mudhair]

It? [A pause.]

No... I don't think I've ever tapped in far enough to do so.