Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20181211225019/@comment-30014014-20181221175323

The room is gray, devoid of life. The window to the outside reflects a world different, a window to another plane. The last piece of ancient earth in this world governed by the Age of the metamorphisis. A window to the cosmos.

This is not what Prad sees, instead caught in a trance. The man in the wall's hand firmly planted on his head, streams of particles feed the young man's skull, washing his senses with the auroma of the past.

''His injuries...returned! Screams from his jaw at the thought wounds, pouring their illusion at him. A lashed leg, lacerated skin, punctured muscles. All he can see are the mirrored twins, laughing at his plight as he craddles in his knees''

"Do you remember what they have done to you?" He speaks, his voice able to filter through all of the revived trauma, a fallacy, a truth.

''He cannot speak, his synapse overwhelmed with the burning sensation of pain and suffering. Yet, his image of those present persist.''

"Good, you feel it. Let us take a stride to the further past then..."

''The room around them spirals ahead, as if taken for a trip at unfathomable speed. Further to the past...''