Dream
The floor was moving. It had separated from the rest of the building, nothing held anything up there was no support, no structure, no anything. He was standing on something, but it could hardly be considered the floor. His surroundings were swimming around him, as though slowed in water, though his own body seemed unaffected, though his vision seemed to have gone green. He could see his hand reaching forward towards nothing, grasping at something that wasn't there.
There was fire. There was fire and he was straining towards it. He needed to return to it. There was something there he needed to go back to. Something the fire was going to take from him. His head turned, there was a shadow - it was the best he could describe it, cold dirty hands wrapped around his wrist pulling him back.
"Let me go. I need to go back. Let me go back. She's still-"
His cries were unheard, all that he was given in return was the cold wringing hands around his wrist, pulling back to the green floor. His face is pressed into the floor, its cold and in the edges of his vision he can see blackness swirling up around him, coils of black smoke reaching towards him, brushing against him as though curious about his form. A tendril pauses, just clear enough in his peripheral vision, coiling back on itself before snapping forward, engulfing his vision entirely.
It was a street. Not one he was inherently familiar with, but one that took a form, unlike the green room. He could hear his own voice, but he was unaware he was speaking, as though experiencing something through himself, without being himself.
"No. Don't do it."
The Hierophant simply stares at him, raising the gun to his head.
There was too much sound, a bang, the sound of a body falling, the scream of a woman, his own shouts. Green.
The room is green again. There's a gun in his own hand and the blackness has taken form. The darkness spanning outward in terrible black wings a mask-like face leering down at him, its soft chuckles echoing in the swimming air.
It seemed natural, it seemed right. Just as he had seen the Hierophant he raised the gun to his head, his finger shaky at the trigger. A word was on his lips, it was a word he didn't know he knew, but it was an important one. He swallowed hard, his finger becoming sure against the trigger
"Poly-" and the rest was obscured by the bang.