Upbeat_Lobster
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As she drifted off into sleep, the bolt containing the Mistbringer, Atmid began to glow softly as he exerted his telepathic control over her dreams. She would find herself walking through a misty wood, wearing clothes she would normally don, though she was oddly shoeless. The trees bore no faces except for those of clocks, and though the face was unclear and wouldn't reveal the time, the hands spun rapidly. The sky was a black pit, but the mist greyed it significantly, and the entire area felt as though a woolen blanket had been deposited over the area. In the distance she would see a shape, roughly her height, though a little taller, with disproportionately long arms ending in wicked, scythe-like talons. That teardrop head was still there. It was him. He was in her dream. He was pleased.