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You have no idea how you got here. None at all.
Perhaps you just closed your eyes...?
You look around. There is a full moon, but its light is diffused by the fog that you are in, the cold and the damp of the night seeping into you, through skin and flesh to penetrate into your bones. There is an unsettling smell in the air. A metallic, wet, salty smell. Blood? You take a step back in shock. Hear the crunch of something under your shoes. A snapping sound of breaking bones. An agonized moan sounds out from nearby. You could almost swear that it was by your feet. Shadows flit around you, creeping along the ground... Creeping closer.
Are you scared? Do you perhaps...wish for the scene around you to change?
And it does.
You shield your eyes. The sun is blazing, so different from the bleak moonlight of seconds ago. You feel the wind on your cheeks, hear the rustle of leaves and the sound of something oddly familiar. You taste the salt on the wind. You open your eyes. The familiar sound was the swish of waves as it ebbed and flowed. The sand under your feet feels comfortingly warm, and the fear from before leaves you.
What was real? Was it the beach... or the night pressing in on you like a predator?
Both are real. Both are not real.
Welcome to the Dreamscape, where worlds are constructed and destroyed as easily as you can dream it. Where lives are lived and ended as you imagine it.
Will you take the plunge?
Perhaps you just closed your eyes...?
You look around. There is a full moon, but its light is diffused by the fog that you are in, the cold and the damp of the night seeping into you, through skin and flesh to penetrate into your bones. There is an unsettling smell in the air. A metallic, wet, salty smell. Blood? You take a step back in shock. Hear the crunch of something under your shoes. A snapping sound of breaking bones. An agonized moan sounds out from nearby. You could almost swear that it was by your feet. Shadows flit around you, creeping along the ground... Creeping closer.
Are you scared? Do you perhaps...wish for the scene around you to change?
And it does.
You shield your eyes. The sun is blazing, so different from the bleak moonlight of seconds ago. You feel the wind on your cheeks, hear the rustle of leaves and the sound of something oddly familiar. You taste the salt on the wind. You open your eyes. The familiar sound was the swish of waves as it ebbed and flowed. The sand under your feet feels comfortingly warm, and the fear from before leaves you.
What was real? Was it the beach... or the night pressing in on you like a predator?
Both are real. Both are not real.
Welcome to the Dreamscape, where worlds are constructed and destroyed as easily as you can dream it. Where lives are lived and ended as you imagine it.
Will you take the plunge?
ice evanesco