The night was cold. ‘Reminds me of Antarctica’ he mused to himself. Antarctica. There is a place he hadn’t remembered in a very long time. After the war, there wasn’t much to reminisce about. They had lost, evil won and the Darkness fell. The Sun had been extinguished.
If the aliens hadn’t come with their life-saving tech, humanity would have died off long ago. But survival came with a price…. “Hey! You there! What do you think your doing, Slave!” He heard someone shout in Atorian-accented English.
Zander awoke with a start. He was back in his Arzno hideout. He looked at the clock: midnight. He had only been out for a few minutes this time. It was getting harder to cross the Gap as the timelines diverged.
He saw a light flashing on the comm. “I thought that was broken! I wonder who left me a message…”
James didn’t plan. It was never his style. He never planned to be involved in this fight. He never planned on meeting Trent and the others. He never planned on giving up what was most important to him. He never planned on abandoning everything so that he could gain control. But alas he had done all these and more.
For the first time in a long while he felt whole..
Well not completely whole.. He thought to himself. He was still missing a few things. One he would get back soon, another he would fight for and the last he would ask for..forgiveness is the hardest thing to get.
James picked up the old communicator and rung up the one person he knew would least hear him out.
“Hey Zander..I’m back and I need your help”
(OOC: Btw Isaac thank you – I appreciate what you wrote and I respect you immensely. So glad to have you as a part of our group. Go ahead and grab 1000xp for a character of your choosing.)
Zander played the message.
<click> BEEP “Sir, regrettably, my infinite reserve of patience is at an end…PUT THAT DOWN! I fear that I can no longer work in these conditions. My undying loyalty to you is….I TOLD YOU TO PUT THAT DOWN!!!…tested…when, in your absence,I am the caretaker for your menagerie. WHEN I GET OFF THE COMM YOU’RE GOING IN TIME-OUT. I’m going to kill the fae. And I’m going to dispose of that fucking pipe in a Cauldron of Eradication for enabling her. WHEN YOUR FATHER GETS HOME – no, not you Sweety. Of course not. I’ll be right there, I’m just leaving the boss a message. What? No, technically I’ve LEFT him a message but he has gotten it SOON. GAH! Oh, and a five-thousand pound space-surfing astro-tortoise? Really? Who works in these conditions? Right now, a lifetime of slavery to the Barck-Elder-‘gest doesn’t seem so bad. Sir, when you get this, please reach out to me. Let’s consider my suggestion for downsizing. Oh! And I totally forgot to mention: We received a messenger troll, apparently they ran out of carrier pigeons, from New Sea and the Lord of Last Resorts is respectfully requesting our presence in light of some ambiguous and probably useless new information. Regardless, we’ll see you when you wake – oh! Remember, we’re skipping the leap year 20418 and that’s E.C.E. for this Dimension after we left the Plane – so don’t get rattled when you don’t see us at first. Surf safely, all my love, Nerve.”
Zander lifted the mask, wiped the crust from his eyes, and settled it back into place. Surfing the Sidereal had drawn undue attention lately and he’d been forced to delve deeper into a Dreamstream subconsciousness. Life had been so much simpler before the Fall – before humanity, on the verge of extinction, had united to meet an overwhelming enemy head-on and lost…facing annihilation. Life had been so much simpler when Demons and Deevils warred amongst themselves and their battles were relegated to the nether regions and sub-planes. Life had been simpler when the Lords of Entropy, the Gene-Tech, the Dominators, the Sharktaw, and all the unknown quantities and enemies and every ugly head of evil or chaos muddied the waters of Rifts Earth with their schemes and plots and CHAOS. Life had been simpler when Trent Logan was around.
On a scrap of plasti-paper – real paper was a luxury no one but the ultra-rich could afford (an Atorian peace was more than just a cease-fire and life-saving texh) – a hand-written note:
Good morning Dad, was feeling awfully cooped up and had to get out to stretch my wings. Panda Power, y’know? The Mace is just itchin’ for a little freedom and besides if Asuna doesn’t get her morning flight-time she gets really cranky. Left breakfast for ya on the spit. Another day in paradise pops. I’m laying low but I had to get out and see the statue again. It’s been bugging me lately and I’m not quite sure why. I guess it should be obvious but a gigantic, towering, half-mile statue of a dinosaur flying a spaceship wielding a warhammer is hardly the stuff of nightmares. I’m having those visions again and I don’t know if this is all related somehow. I’ll be back soon. Try not to worry too much. It’s almost time to leave this time and I know our friends will be excited to see us. I wanna get a few good pictures for them in case we never get a chance to return. Love, Al
“You have your mother’s eyes…”
“Grandpa! Are you day-dreaming again?”
“Naw kiddo, just reminiscing. So much time has passed. Too much. And not enough has changed.”
“Grandpa, you’re so silly! Stop reminiscing and read me my bedtime story.”
“Okay okay! I’m sorry! You’re right, and here’s a tale worth remembering. It’s about my father. I never knew him but my mom told me lots of stories about him and one day I actually read about him in a book. Maybe it was a journal or something. But I’ll never forget it and neither should you.”
“Once upon a Time, your mom went and got herself kidnapped. You weren’t even born yet.”
“Grandpa! How long ago was that?”
“What? Oh, eh…now that’s a good question. A few thousand years I reckon…at least.”
“But I’m only six.”
“Oh, hmmm…maybe it was MY mommy that got herself kidnapped…and I was the one who wasn’t even born yet.”
“What does ‘kidnapped’ mean?”
“Well, ‘kidnapped’ is when you tell daddy you’re pregnant and the devil comes and takes you to Hell.”
“Ooooh! Sounds scary!”
“Yeah, this one is a little scary so it’s not a very good bed-time story. You’re too young for it. I can tell you a different one.”
“NO! Tell me this one! I’m old enough. Does it have a happy ending?”
“Why yes, my dear Jesskha, yes it does.”
“My Lord, your presence is requested.”
“I thought I told you to knock.”
“Yeah well you DIDN’T.”
“I’m still the God of Last Resorts aren’t I?”
“Why yes you are, and, as a last resort, I walked into your room without knocking.”
“Oh piss off!”
“Is this another Heavenly Hangover?”
“A what? Are you even speaking Dragonese?”
“Phobos calls this morning madness your Heavenly Hangover.”
“He does, does he? Well you can tell Pyuubos to kiss my ass!”
“You can tell him yourself.”
“James, you ushered in an era of unprecedented peace. And the gods be damned our worship was through the damn roof when people were scared for their lives. This prosperity is absolutely killing us. Literally!”
“Dude, are you kidding me? Do you even fucking hear yourself?”
“Get dressed you arrogant child-god and attend that godforsaken council that YOU created so many years ago. I shouldn’t have to come up here personally to remind you of your duties.”
James opened one eye just in time to see Phobos turn to the Major Domo and start barking orders to the servants. “You, get these whores out of here! You, get me a bathtub and…ugh…is that what I think it is? Gah! Lots of soap! You grab the fine white toga with the gold-inlaid emblems emblazoned on the front lapel…the one I like. You, send a Hermes down to Clytemnestra and apologize on behalf of her husband – something simple…and dumb…authentic. You, (pause). I said get those whores OUT OF HERE!”
“They’re not whores; they’re concubines.”
“Are you fucking kidding me right now? You act just like the old man himself. You’re one step away from turning into a bull and sewing your wild oats. Pull it together, man. This is a time of peace. This is the time when your people need you the most!”
“Fobes, you’re such a buzz-kill. And my people don’t NEED me right now! This city doesn’t NEED me right now! There’s nothing left to kill! If anything…they’ve forgotten me.”
“You petulant little child. I’m going to tell the Aleph you said that.”
“Whatever! Where’s my bath?”
“By the way, Tess is telling me to shove her blade up your ass so she can light a fire. She says she’s only seen you move faster when food and naked women are involved.”
“Well you can tell that bitch that she’d be out of a job if it wasn’t for me!”
Sigh. (From Phobos to the Sword) “Must we go through this every single month?” “I’m afraid we must, dear Phobos, this is YOUR punishment.”
“Thank you. I know.”
“No, I mean it. You’re good.”
“I already told you. Look I’ll try to explain it again, slower this time so you can understand…”
“That’s quite alright.”
“Oh. Well thank you. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t impressed, myself.”
“You impressed yourself?”
“Well, I’m just impressed to be alive I guess. And somehow most of the people I care about are still alive too. Well they were alive before they died of old age…and that’s one that I’m just not in the business of preventing. I primarily deal in the prevention of UNTIMELY deaths. Timely is another matter entirely.”
“Is that so? Well now I’m the one who is impressed.”
(Smile) “I think it’s time for a new journal.”
“I agree. The bottle is lovely this time of year.”
The journey was treacherous. For some reason she thought they intended it to be. She was worthy. She had practiced long, honed her skills, become the finest martial artist she could be…and yet she still saw room for improvement. She sought to pledge her life…her very soul to the monastic order of the Balance and live a life of honor like her patron. The Order of the Balance was never more whole and complete and finally at peace. Seven statues guarded the walkway up the stairs ascending the sheer cliff-face to the monastery. The Ninjas of the Balance were somewhat reclusive but their agents were worldly and traversed the whole of the Multiverse. The first of Seven stood tall, proud, flecks of violet stained her hair, sweeping down into etched silver that coated various knives and other parts of her body. The Seven statues were legendary. They were carved in the likeness of the same woman…but Seven different women. She was beautiful and deadly and this school of mystical martial arts was a beacon for the Ninjas of the Balance – it was where they trained the Guardians of the Megaverse. She wished to be one, ardently, more than anything else. She would never be as powerful as the One Who Was Seven but she could aspire to hold those same principles, morals, and ideals in high esteem and regard. Perhaps, during her training, she might even be graced with a visit in the presence of the Mistress, the Sensei of the Dojo.
Sakura sat silently in the makeshift vehicle and stared out the window at the passing antarctic landscape. Her thoughts raced in her head as she tried to come to terms with all that had happened since arriving in Antarctica. McGreggor. The Dominator and his starship. Their deal with Orion. Zander’s disappearance. The Nazi’s. More Dominators. Pandemonium. The loss of Gazi. And more. Her head was swimming as she tried to make sense of the chaos that she and this team had both witnessed and instigated.
But it was too much for her. She tried, again and again, to piece together these events into some sort of logical shape, as she had been trained to do by her parents. But every time she failed. There had just been too much randomness, too much out of their control. She began to wonder if this mission had been doomed for failure from the start. It was a sharp feeling of worry that came from her sister outside that snapped her out of this melancholy.
Sakura’s sister… clone… extension… she didn’t really know what to consider her, but sister seemed close enough. A result of the experiment that sent her to this world, Sakura’s powers had mutated to the point that she could will into existence identical copies of herself. While they existed they could each sense what the other was feeling, and Sakura’s slide into depression over the mission was felt by her sister outside.
Looking out the window she saw her sister skiing alongside the vehicle, looking in at her. She used hand signals to communicate. “You okay?” she signed. Sakura nodded and signed back “Better. Thanks. No worries.” And she did feel better, at least a little bit. Satisfied for now, her sister skied away from the window, back to point.
Speaking of sisters… Sakura had left one behind in Seattle, and her feelings had just been a half-acknowledged knot in the back of her mind for some time. But now Sakura let herself pay attention to what her sister in Seattle was feeling, and was surprised. Anger, indignation, pride, determination… it was a confusing mix of emotions but it indicated a sort of frustration which her sister was determined to overcome.
That at last made Sakura smile. Her sister in Seattle was still fighting for them, and Sakura could draw inspiration from her. Even hope. Antarctica had been a frustrating experience but she was beginning to feel like she could find a way to recover. After all, she had faced hopeless odds before. All would not be lost – together they would find a way.
“All right Lytsong, let’s give this a try.”
“I’m ready,” he heard her reply in his head.
Trent began casting the most powerful illusion spell he knew. He cast it slow and deliberately, but used enough energy to make it as detailed as possible. The key here was with the detail. When he finished the illusion spell blanketed and encompassed the Dyvalian forest for miles around. He made no sweeping changes – in this case, he was most interested in the background details that the spell could provide.
“Let’s see if this works Lytsong,” Trent said out loud to his sword. “On the count of three, manifest in front of me.”
At that utterance, a pretty Dwarven woman appeared, garbed as if for battle. As she arrived Trent concentrated on the background details of the illusion, trying to merge control of their function with her psychic link. This wasn’t the first time they had tried this, and it always seemed to be going well… until this next part.
“Let me know when you’re ready Trent,” she said to him in his mind, though her form in front of him mouthed the words.
“Okay… now!” And at that instant he relaxed the part of his mind controlling the spell… not enough to cancel it, but enough to allow her to have control and manifest through the spell itself. In Trent’s estimation, the magic’s ability to manifest background details in the area of effect should be sufficient to allow Lytsong to manifest herself in a public way… if they could only figure out how to make the transfer.
If successful, Lytsong would still appear in front of him, and be visible to others as well. If unsuccessful, she would disappear. As she had the last several times they tried this.
This time, it turns out, was no different.
Trent swore in Demogogian for several minutes.
“Trent, you don’t need to get so upset. I accepted my fate long ago.”
“No!” He shouted back at her in English. “I know this should work! I just need to take some time figuring it out.” He paced back and forth, thinking this over. If he had to spend a year in this hellish place, then he would at least do something positive for someone, even if that someone was a spirit in a sword. Of course, if he could do this for her, then he could figure out how to do more, and from there… He let the possibilities dangle for the time being. For now, he cancelled the spell and let the magic dissipate from the area. He took a few steady breaths to calm himself.
“All right Lytsong, let’s try this again,” He said to his sword.
He began casting the spell.
The sun was shining. The breeze kept the beach at a balmy 89 degrees. The water was a gorgeous shade of turquoise. Sturm gazed up into a clear, blue sky and sighed.
“Aren’t you glad it’s over?”
A startled voice answered nervously. “What? Huh…uh, sure.”
“You may leave us,” he bade with a wave of his hand. The succubus instantly took a more pleasant-looking form, morphing before his eyes, and bowed before turning away.
“Hey! What are you doing?”
“There’s plenty of time for distractions…now.” He paused and his voice took on a somber, more serious tone. “Speak with me.”
“What is it you wish to know? Am I glad? Sturm, you are a fool. I am a man of ambition. I am a being of purpose. Am I glad it’s over? Sure, stopping to smell the roses and enjoy the…ah, “distractions” as you call them – that’s all well and good. But what next?"
“Why must there be a ‘next’?”
“Because I cannot sit by idly and accept our victory.”
“To the victor go the spoils. And what if these spoils are more than just lasting peace. What if they are tranquility and Solace?”
“There is no place for those spoils in my heart. I am no Child of Solace.”
“You once were and so shall you be again…”
“Okay, I’ll bite. You’re goddamned right I’m glad it’s over. If I had to spend another eon bowing and scraping to Modeus I would have killed myself. At least you got to work with Loku…er, Lictalon.”
The brothers bowed their heads in silence at the almost-mention of a sacred name. “The Price of Peace is the Cost of Chaos,” they intoned in unison.
“Hey, I’ve been meaning to ask you whatever happened to that “Hellion” in your employ?"
“I honestly don’t know. She went deep undercover, beneath the notice of even Grim himself, and infiltrated Dyval right under Sahtalus’s nose.”
“Oh yeah? She was a beautiful girl. Shame.”
“She’s a survivor. If anyone could have gotten out of there before the walls of Jericho came crashing down…it was her. But don’t get any ideas – even if she were alive her heart belonged to the man she once knew as Trent Logan.”
“Would I lie about love?”
There was balance, once again, in the Megaverse. Somehow. The great sorceror felt uneasy even speaking of it…but a whisper and it would teeter toward one side or another. They were on the cusp. But then, they had been on this cusp for a long time. No Great Old Ones, Unnameable Beings, Cthulhu, Dark Forces, First Race, Primus, WHATEVER…none of them had prevailed. The balance had been preserved. An Angel had been lost. His imprisonment had ended.
“Words can not express my gratitude.”
“You told me – I get it – you’re grateful that I freed you from the prison in Hades.”
“Yes, child, I am grateful and…I cannot help but express that gratitude when my heart swells with joy.”
“Yeah, well I told you what you can do with that gratitude. Words, they mean nothing – they are empty and hollow. ACTIONS, now they speak volumes.”
“I understand. And I am doing everything in my power to restore your friend. You risked your life to save me. You risked your soul to save these two men; one – whose actions were deplorable, one – whose actions were commendable. Equal parts of the same man. I wish I could expedite this process somehow. I will restore him…I will do whatever it takes to make him whole once again.”
“NO! I TOLD YOU! I don’t want to turn him back into who he was. I want to know why the man I loved wears the skin of a Deevil and the skin of the man I love is on the flesh of a man who doesn’t even know my name. I want to know WHY! Do you understand, wizard? Do you understand love?”
“No one understands love better than I.”
“How long have we been at this? How long will we continue?”
“Who can say? Time is of little importance in the face of the Balance…so as long as it takes…”
Screams echoed in eternity.
Death throes and wails shook the fabric of reality.
The Blood of Pain swelled.
“What? WHAT?!?! Did you think I was joking? Did you think it was just an ‘expression’ – a turn of phrase – huh? DID YOU?!?! When I said I was going to torture you forever I meant it. I’m going to keep you alive for as long as it takes. And I’m an EXPERT at this.”
Panting, hyperventilating, gasping for breath, “You’ll never break me. Never!”
“Never is a long time my friend. And I’m not trying to break you. I’m trying to break myself.”
“You’re a scourge! You’re a plague on this existence! We’ll eradicate you!”
“Bub, we’re gonna be here a long time. Just remember you allowed a human-being to steal the Omega Book. A FUCKING HUMAN. If you’re lucky…and you’re probably not very lucky, all things considered, but if you’re REALLY lucky you’ll end up sharing a Blade with Necrom – and I think that’s still going way too easy on you.”
Once again the screams continued, ceaselessly, tirelessly, into the blackness of pitch.
“We are all in attendance. Humanity has fallen to us to protect and we have failed. The demons and deevils overran our puny defenses. The alien invasion fleet thwarted the Minion War on Rifts Earth and even batted aside the Apophis 666 Extinction-Level Asteroid collision. We are now slaves in the Atorian empire and further down the food chain in the evolution of primates. Look at us. We are all in attendance in an underground revolutionary organization that would land us beheaded and made examples of in the public executions. We are all that is left.”
“This is depressing.”
“Emperor Prosek do you have any ideas or suggestions? I thing Emperor Stolichnaya is right. As much as it pains me to say this, we need the Iron Juggernauts and we need to unite the Magic coalition. We tried to stand on our own, before, and we fell – proud – and faced a superior foe. I make a motion to send an emissary to the Federation of Magic, an emissary to Freehold in the Kingdom of Magic, an emissary to…uh, what’s left of Neo-Achilles in South America, an emissary to the war-ravaged Seven Kingdoms, and…”
“Are you crazy?!?!”
“Emperor Mao, the Seven Kingdoms answer to the Jade Emperor. He is the only emperor not present at this war council. We must reach out to him.”
“This is lunacy.”
“All those in favor?”
“Aye. Hai! Da. Ja. Yes.”
(whisper) “Have Prosek tailed. If he so much as shits I want to know. And contact our friends at the Geofront Internal Affairs. I want to know how reliable their Doppleganger Detection software is.”
She gritted her teeth and clenched her jaw around a crumpet-cake. The sticky sweet treat was enough of a breakfast for her enhanced metabolism. Her morning routine had dragged on and so it had ended early; the instructor had been dismissed. Long locks, wet, matted, clung to her forehead and cheeks. Her skin flushed rosy with exertion around a mouthful of nourishment.
“My lady? Does the mean bring you displeasure?”
“It is adequate.”
“How many I serve you?”
“Serve me? You were what passed for royalty in your pitiful culture. You had what passed for exceptional intelligence in your puny existence. You are my slave. Your mouth speaks subservience around MY language. Your pretty little mouth washes my never regions. You are the greatest of your kind, considered the most beautiful, the most intelligent, and the most powerful and you are but an INSECT before me. Do you understand slave? Do you understand slavery?”
“Yes, my lady.”
“What pains me more than spending even an even a nano-second on this plane is seeing that fucking statue out there. I should not be a part of this invasion fleet. I am forced, by my station, to acknowledge…how do they put it?”
“Hero of the Ages, my lady.”
“Ah yes…MacGreggor Thunder Lizard Hero of the Ages! The Greatest Pilot to have ever trained in the Royal Fleet! The wayward scout who stayed true to his mission! The exemplar for all who would come after him into servitude for the glory of the Atorian Empire! Gods help me. Do you see the size of that fucking statue? It must be a mile into the sky. I could swear he’s roaring at me in pleasantly ignorant servitude. It disgusts me!”
“My apologies your grace. They say he vanquished 8 of the Elder Races Barack-Gelder-Est in the Battle of Antarc-”
“-I know what they say! Dammit! That kind of hyperbole is never true! This…Dino-Man is becoming a martyred messiah for the lower-castes. Even in death he continues to plague me. I am the Queen! Now get over here, worm, and relax me with your tongue.”
“Yes, your grace.”
“Mmmm…that’s good. Now what am I going to do about you MacGregor Alistersaurus? Hmmm? Yesss…that’s good. What are we going to do about you and your rebellious little purple-haired friend?”
“The remaining weapons are still at large.”
“It does us no good.”
“The Man-Ghost has one hidden in another time or…another plan…or something…somewhere. His bird-son carries the second – wearing it openly and proudly. That leaves 5 unaccounted for.”
“Not so. We got word that The Blades were able to secure two of their own.”
“Is that true?”
“Our sources indicate that The Blades had been working covertly toward this end from the beginning. Sturm personally subdued Necrom. and wrested the Soul Edge from Echidna.”
“Hablar help us. Sturm is…he is…”
“On our side. And Dakkon has the Soul Caliber if the reports from Skraypers are to be trusted. So 4 are accounted for.”
“Five.” A different voice this time. How many voices were there? “Tulwar can no longer manifest a physical body but it is alive and…accounted for.”
“What? What happened? The Barack-Elders made off with him in Antarctica!”
“A flying reptile happened. An explosion ensued. The Artifact’s physical form was vaporized…along with its captors.”
“Masamune…and the Rod.”
“Actually it’s a Staff.”
“What about the Prisoners? Glorious Woven One comes to mind. What about Vaevictus? Hemophage and Chronophage?”
“What about them?”
“WHAT ABOUT THEM?!?! Are you mad?!?!”
“Brothers, remain calm. One problem at a time. This Brotherhood was brought into existence for a reason – millions of years ago. The Singer weeps. He mourns the losses of the Dragons of Summer Flame, the Dragons of Autumn Twilight, the Dragons of Winter Night, and the Dragons of Spring Dawning. This is an unprecedented age of peace. Nothing lasts forever. But now is not the time to prepare. Rest easy. Or rest no more…”
“ENOUGH!” A disembodied Trent shouted at the visions, not knowing that he wasn’t the only one receiving them. “Who are you? What are you? Why do you torture me with these glimpses of what might be, or what might have been?”
“YOu miSUNDersTAnd. noT MAy be. WhAT Was.”
“How can I understand this? It’s just futures and alternate realities blending together. Nothing makes any sense!”
“WAs reAL. SiDEreeL. ThE FaBRiC teARS. WhAT Was. WHaT IS. WhAt is noT. What wILL Be. wHAt wAS.”
“Why show me, then? What can I do about it? I’m stuck in Hell for another 10 months, 19 days, 12 hours, 42 minutes and… 13 seconds.”
“sO foR yoU alL TO sEe. ThaT Is AlL we cAN Do. SeE and KnoW. No SEe NeW sEA. NeW DayS cOME. Old DAYs weeP.”
“This bullshit makes no sense. I’m waking up now.”
Trent sat up in his bed, startling himself awake. “What the hell was THAT dream about?” He wondered. “Maybe I’ve been sitting still too long here,” he thought to himself. “Perhaps it’s time I got out and about and made better use of my time here.” Not daring to go back to sleep again, Trent got up out of bed and prepared some new goals as he got ready. The visions didn’t leave him easily, but he put it aside for now. There was plenty of time to dwell over them later.
Sakura, Kagome and Raiko all woke up at the same time, freed from the mysterious visions. Had they heard someone screaming at the end? There was another voice too, but it was strangely distorted… But as all three were the same person with the same thoughts, they all focused instead on the same visions. The ones of the Atorians, and the Qua-Trau statue. Was it truly McGreggor? Was it some sort of weird future thing? Another invasion, and one of the fabled Empresses? They all three simultaneously wished they could ask Zander what he thought of these dreams – he was the smart one, and the philosopher.
Sakura debated for a few moments, but decided that it was so weird she would record it. She hadn’t make a recording in a while – Antarctica had drained her and she didn’t really know what to say. But these dreams felt… different. The more she thought about it, the more she decided it was important to preserve somehow.
“God, where do I begin. I guess I’ll start with the reason I’m recording now… a bunch of strange, back-to-back dreams. They were so real and vivid – and dealt with Atorians and…. I think I was even in it, somehow? Well…”
The recording continues as a narrative of the visions thus received, then ends.