That’s what the dream told me.
He lost himself in madness.
He saw the Void, and it consumed him. He was unarmed.
Yes, my dreams are often laced with violence. I dream of terror. I dream of gunfire, knifeplay, blood and viscera.
But I know I am the victim of those dreams. They are trying to turn me. They are trying to make me temporal, tie me to this plane. You can’t fight the Void with projectile weapons.
It’s like the ocean.
But they are winning. That’s what else I saw in my dream. That’s what stayed with me this time. The madness is spreading. The Sliver Woman is dancing. The children of chaos are sharpening their knives.
I must resume my mission.
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