Dream | 01
The dream is playing in the first person. Black claws on blue-skinned, tridactyl hands claw and tear at what looks like a half-skeletal, ragged creature with only the glow of its soul essence for eyes. There is hissing and screaming and a ghostly sword, glaring white against the turbulence of the fight. And finally, glowing blue ectoplasm staining those clawed hands, as the owner stares down in horror.
The wraith does not move. Instead it merely fades from view, until it has vanished. Sharp, demonic laughter rips through the air and a despairing scream accompanies it as the dream fades to black.
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*As the owner of the new Dreamberry bolts upright, viewers will be able to discern a few things. One, that he is in the middle of a meadow somewhere, no buildings visible, and two, the arm in view has the same blue skin and claws as in the dream. The face is not visible. The hand moves upward before the gasping creature chokes back what might be a sob.*
Raziel... Oh, God, forgive me...
The wraith does not move. Instead it merely fades from view, until it has vanished. Sharp, demonic laughter rips through the air and a despairing scream accompanies it as the dream fades to black.
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*As the owner of the new Dreamberry bolts upright, viewers will be able to discern a few things. One, that he is in the middle of a meadow somewhere, no buildings visible, and two, the arm in view has the same blue skin and claws as in the dream. The face is not visible. The hand moves upward before the gasping creature chokes back what might be a sob.*
Raziel... Oh, God, forgive me...