The streets you had walked a million times before became like a maze. You had turned left or right so many times you had lost count. The people you pass look at you with empty eyes and devoid smiles, watching your every step. Something deep in your psyche willing you to hurry up, to run, run ,RUN!
Spiralling out of control you turn a corner full pelt and there you see it, the dark. The ever going, never-ending, cold Dark. It rushes towards you suddenly and envelopes you like a blanket of ice and your body stiffens to its touch.
You begin falling, your heart pounding in your chest and you stomach turning over and over as you tumble downwards. Hearing voices rushing past you as you fall. Screams of anguish so loud your ears ring. Cries for help from somewhere you can reach. Each voice desperate and pain stricken.
You try to move your hands to your ears to block it out but they wont move. The more you struggle the tighter the grip and suddenly you stop.
Silence is all there is, no voices, no smiles. All is gone, all is empty. Back on the streets, but this time no people, no sounds, and every door open revealing the dark in every building.
You shake yourself awake, to the sound of silence.
You find yourself in your room in the Temple of Sabhailte. Everything was as you expected, except for the quiet and your door is open…