It can be a bit disturbing how the mind works. Two weeks ago the journey I took was so vivid that finding rest was but a dream. When sleep did find me it was tormented by dark twisted thoughts and machinations more terrible than anything I'd seen. Eventually I found solace in the cavern, but the lessons of my journey began to slip away.
Now I'm gradually piecing it back together. I remember a path laid out by cloths of a journey I'd never seen. A stair winding to the star fissure. Then blinding flashes. Dean was there, and so was another. I can't make out his face. Perhaps I'll remember more later.
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