Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20181223224329/@comment-5583506-20181230214429

The very air around Kheiro fluttered, like a tattered drape in a cold breeze. His milky vision discerned nothing but formless shapes, ever shifting in the darkness around him. Slowly but surely manifesting themselves into what appeared to be a tunnel of some sort, composed of a black, moving void.

He would know instinctively that this wasn't a place where he was supposed to be. Not unless he...

But had that actually happened? Hadn't everything just been a part of some terrible dream he had had? But if that was the case, wouldn't this surreal enviroment also be part of that dream? A nightmare he just needed to wake up from and all would be back to normal.

"Kheiro", a voice called for him at the end of the tunnel. An equally dark shape appeared before him.

Though the voice was beckoning, commanding, it had a soft-spoken and calm tone. Like a parent calling for its child.