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witchscauldronAigh...what a night.
A place of deep, shifting shadows - smoke on smoke on fog on darkness. Tangled. Couldn't move. Watched a man-shadow darker than the rest come towards me. No face, no features. Suddenly aware of being stretched across an altar, bound. Ringed by people-shadows. The blade screamed, black-purple flame...intense pain. I took wing, left the body, but couldn't leave. Bound there. Watched myself grow pale and dead.
Slept a bit.
Became aware again. Locked in a steel box, tethered by a collar and a chain. Sent my conscious out to look around again and again, but couldn't see more than the cell the box was in. In the cell also was a chair - I want to call it a birthing chair, but it obviously wasn't. Something to do with removing life. Everything was stainless steel...sharp. A man comes, talks about me...again featureless, but someone I recognize. Someone I've met before. He wants my life...some property of my life, some essence. I see myself reflected in his eyes - pale, white hair? feathers? fur?, mismatched eyes, silver and green.
I wake.
A place of deep, shifting shadows - smoke on smoke on fog on darkness. Tangled. Couldn't move. Watched a man-shadow darker than the rest come towards me. No face, no features. Suddenly aware of being stretched across an altar, bound. Ringed by people-shadows. The blade screamed, black-purple flame...intense pain. I took wing, left the body, but couldn't leave. Bound there. Watched myself grow pale and dead.
Slept a bit.
Became aware again. Locked in a steel box, tethered by a collar and a chain. Sent my conscious out to look around again and again, but couldn't see more than the cell the box was in. In the cell also was a chair - I want to call it a birthing chair, but it obviously wasn't. Something to do with removing life. Everything was stainless steel...sharp. A man comes, talks about me...again featureless, but someone I recognize. Someone I've met before. He wants my life...some property of my life, some essence. I see myself reflected in his eyes - pale, white hair? feathers? fur?, mismatched eyes, silver and green.
I wake.
