Asleep, I awaken again. Another one of my dream realities? I’m sure of it.
Finnian is on top of me. Strange. Though I’ve heard his voice, I’ve never seen him in here before. Wherever that is. All that I see is a lone hill. At the top, a tree. Shallow graves. A house, in ruin, smoldering.
Finnian speaks to me, but I ignore it. I need no hallucination for company. All I seek are answers.
I approach the hill. The gravesites say Dorin and Alice. There is a symbol. A face, half corrupted? Meaningless, all of it.
The human follows me. He seems as confused as I am. It makes sense, I suppose.
Suddenly, movement in the rubble. I step back, Finnian stands at my side.
A girl emerges. Another of the undead.. but different? Not quite. Finnian tries to speak to it. It gives chase. We flee downhill, running along an endless looking path into the fog. I turn to see it right on our heels.