Horror

Your Name in Blood

By Stilaris Ashfire

The nights have been unsettled lately. You have had recurring dreams, though the details are difficult to remember by morning. Flickers of crimson, like moths, flutter outside their peripheral vision. Shadows grow deeper, darker until looking at them directly. The dreams and nightmares blend together in visceral tapestry; what remains is usually a sense of colour, a half-heard voice, or the feeling that someone was present just outside understanding. Cyrus is keen to listen about the dreams and enquire about them.

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