[ This time, she hadn't slept through it. She'd been awake since before midnight, eyes glued to the screen, waiting for what she guessed (-hoped, knew-) would come. Another headache, and another piece to the puzzle.
Only... no odd vision, this time. Only a single question. And for once, she doesn't hate her answer. ]
Is your life here a lie? There is no other conclusion.
The hallucinations can't be coincidence. I thought at first, perhaps it was just stress, but... I can't pretend it's so simple. Why would all of us, from these different walks of life, all be magically ill at the same time? All of us getting these odd headaches, the phone app, these stupid _names_ that feel like something important-
Erika Furudo ⚔ Baalberith
Only... no odd vision, this time. Only a single question. And for once, she doesn't hate her answer. ]
Is your life here a lie?
There is no other conclusion.
The hallucinations can't be coincidence. I thought at first, perhaps it was just stress, but... I can't pretend it's so simple. Why would all of us, from these different walks of life, all be magically ill at the same time? All of us getting these odd headaches, the phone app, these stupid _names_ that feel like something important-
What's _happening_ to us? How can we stop it?
... Can we, before it's too late?