Of Fever Dreams and Screaming Nightmares
Sickness wanes but the effects may not
My sleep has come back to some normalcy and I believe that the rest I find is well deserved. My mind still wanders amid ruins of the humanity which are shells of potential. Darkness bubbles up and pools where hope was once the wellspring of people in Verrotwood. Perhaps a pool for drowned sorrows, drowned hope, or even drowned children might be the next piece of this mental puzzle. Perhaps Hyperborian torment could be added as well. The ways that misery encroached on the unsuspecting means any way of divining a path toward inner peace might be legitimate.
Verrotwood is not a bad place to be. It just seems to have become more intense in how mercurial vitality can be with favor bestowed upon the enlightened. Fickle fate and fortune can be had by those that make the most of their time amid ruined legacies of dead gods.
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