4/8/2025, 1:24 PM
Piece : 「 5 」
It’s surreal, the way you feel you’ve lost control of your senses and are nothing more than a bystander to this unnaturally-intense yearning for violence. Was this really you? Was it even possible for you to feel such a heavily weighted aggression with no true cause? While internally you may be able to rationalize that this can’t be you, you are incapable of breaking the involuntary emotional status. Even as you think it’s best to leave, you can’t seem to look away from that damned wooden house.
Why? Why were you so angry?
The idea of maiming something sounds soothing, as if the action was like scratching an insatiable itch. Surely it would help the flaring rage, right? But the Visitor’s words echo, reminding you that you cannot give in, under any circumstances. You already feel your freewill slipping away. With a clenched jaw, you head for the source of that nagging pull. The closer you get, the angrier and more aggressive you feel. It wasn’t safe. Not for you or anyone else.
After some time, you find an old plank that blends in seamlessly with the rest of the floorboards. The only reason it catches your eye is the faint glow of blue engravings. The closer you get, you feel tension riddle you. But then an unknown language echoes in your mind.
It’s surreal, the way you feel you’ve lost control of your senses and are nothing more than a bystander to this unnaturally-intense yearning for violence. Was this really you? Was it even possible for you to feel such a heavily weighted aggression with no true cause? While internally you may be able to rationalize that this can’t be you, you are incapable of breaking the involuntary emotional status. Even as you think it’s best to leave, you can’t seem to look away from that damned wooden house.
Why? Why were you so angry?
You musn't give in,a familiar voice fills your mind, it is oddly comforting and simultaneously aggravating.
The more you act on these unruly feelings, the more you shall lose yourself. You must remain focused. You are here to find it, listen to its voice.What the hell was he talking about? You couldn’t hear anything beyond his own voice and your uncharacteristically violent thoughts.
The idea of maiming something sounds soothing, as if the action was like scratching an insatiable itch. Surely it would help the flaring rage, right? But the Visitor’s words echo, reminding you that you cannot give in, under any circumstances. You already feel your freewill slipping away. With a clenched jaw, you head for the source of that nagging pull. The closer you get, the angrier and more aggressive you feel. It wasn’t safe. Not for you or anyone else.
Maintain control, it is here. Please. Reach it.another comment that urges you to enter the creaking structure.
After some time, you find an old plank that blends in seamlessly with the rest of the floorboards. The only reason it catches your eye is the faint glow of blue engravings. The closer you get, you feel tension riddle you. But then an unknown language echoes in your mind.
Antsir iar canind, od iar giordein, krelelk laba rekut fier hikiryl. Af an anie dre wolf’al lor, agonWhat the actual fuck did he just say? The blue symbols lit up in union with the end of the… chant? Prayer? Whatever he’d said.
Act quickly! The production of aggression is stalled for the time being, you must escape the area while you can. I cannot hold it off forever, you must run. We shall see you in the land of slumber.As your body begins to feel like itself again, you sense the absence of the Dream Visitor. Wait a minute, did he say we?