Distant Illusions VII
Dreams overtake you in the night and the voice from the dark echoes in your mind.
“Stories tell us that the stars once told their own tale and guided us to places we needed to be. Now, you are lost.”
Gentle waves crash on the shore. The rhythmic sound brings you awake slowly, and you notice you are suddenly alone. Buddy’s tent is completely gone.
“If water once was your home and your hope, where then is your sanctuary? Stories tell us that the stars once told their own tale and guided us to places we needed to be. Now, you are lost.”
The raspy voice comes from nowhere and everywhere. “If water once was your home and your hope, where then is your sanctuary? Stories tell us that the stars once told their own tale and guided us to places we needed to be. Now, you are lost.”
You blink again, forcing your eyes to focus on the inky figure in the dark. You can barely make out the shape of a chair and its owner. The figure begins to stand. You feel yourself drawn toward them, inch by inch. You’re being dragged along, but how? You struggle to hold your ground but slip ever closer to the voice and the dark.
“Stories tell us that the stars once told their own tale and guided us to places we needed to be. Now, you are lost.”
Gentle waves crash on the shore. The rhythmic sound brings you awake slowly, and you notice you are suddenly alone. Buddy’s tent is completely gone.
“If water once was your home and your hope, where then is your sanctuary? Stories tell us that the stars once told their own tale and guided us to places we needed to be. Now, you are lost.”
The raspy voice comes from nowhere and everywhere. “If water once was your home and your hope, where then is your sanctuary? Stories tell us that the stars once told their own tale and guided us to places we needed to be. Now, you are lost.”
You blink again, forcing your eyes to focus on the inky figure in the dark. You can barely make out the shape of a chair and its owner. The figure begins to stand. You feel yourself drawn toward them, inch by inch. You’re being dragged along, but how? You struggle to hold your ground but slip ever closer to the voice and the dark.
Farming Level
99
Fishing Level
99
Crafting Level
99
Exploring Level
99
Tower Level
235
