OOC: Dream (001)
A clock was ticking, the pendulum swinging back and forth. The room was wood, faded down to the bluish gray, and a woman was there, sitting in a chair. She was hooded, dressed in somber black, and for some reason, she frightened him. She repulsed him. He took a step back and she turned, motioning him to silence with a single finger against her lips.
Another step back, and then another, but the room stretched impossibly and he turned, running but making no headway. He turned to look back, and there she was, as if he had not moved an inch.
She closed her pale brown eyes.
The clock stopped ticking.
The moment stretched on for ages, and finally he turned back to the door, stepping slowly toward the exit, the open door cast in black shadow and whatever lay beyond a mystery.
The woman turned again, this time her face was obscured in shadow from her hood. A gold circle flashed at her neck, and her voice was soft in the silence.
"You were not meant for this world, little angel."
The clock struck noon, and the dream shattered.