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dreamcrystals2021-09-11 11:30 pm
chippedsoul) wrote in dreamcrystals2021-09-11 11:30 pm
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001 - Dream Recording
Sender: Kazuma Asogi
To: Everyone
Subject: Dream recording
CW: Blood, Dead Bodies, Drowning
The dream starts in darkness, cold and quiet. The muffled sound of something like the swing of a sword cuts through the silence, and someone screaming. Laughter, unsettling gleeful laughter.
It gets warm, a fire in color, appearing and spreading. The screams of people get louder. There are flashes of grayed out people laying on the ground, faces obscured like a staticky television. The laughter still echoes, getting louder. Then a voice speaks up. It sounded like Kazuma, and yet not. There was an edge to it, deeper and wild.
You can't run. You can't hide.
A flash, a clawed hand rising up to strike at something, or someone. The people laying on the ground now visibly show claw wounds. The blood is in color, red.
My time may be up, but I've always been a part of you. Never forget that.
The laying people flash before him again, but now they're in color, their faces no longer obscured as they flash by with the same shocked expressions.
The dream will abruptly end soon after, left with a feeling that someone just broke the surface of water.
[Unbeknownst to Kazuma, he isn't aware about his nightmare having been recorded, currently more rattled by it as he wakes from sleep in a cold sweat.]
To: Everyone
Subject: Dream recording
CW: Blood, Dead Bodies, Drowning
The dream starts in darkness, cold and quiet. The muffled sound of something like the swing of a sword cuts through the silence, and someone screaming. Laughter, unsettling gleeful laughter.
It gets warm, a fire in color, appearing and spreading. The screams of people get louder. There are flashes of grayed out people laying on the ground, faces obscured like a staticky television. The laughter still echoes, getting louder. Then a voice speaks up. It sounded like Kazuma, and yet not. There was an edge to it, deeper and wild.
You can't run. You can't hide.
A flash, a clawed hand rising up to strike at something, or someone. The people laying on the ground now visibly show claw wounds. The blood is in color, red.
My time may be up, but I've always been a part of you. Never forget that.
The laying people flash before him again, but now they're in color, their faces no longer obscured as they flash by with the same shocked expressions.
The dream will abruptly end soon after, left with a feeling that someone just broke the surface of water.
[Unbeknownst to Kazuma, he isn't aware about his nightmare having been recorded, currently more rattled by it as he wakes from sleep in a cold sweat.]
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There's still quite a bit of catching up we need to do.
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[Although it's hard for him to really judge for himself-- it's felt like a lot.] ...yeah, I'd like that.