Dark Whispers

I clutched my head, desperate to break free from the nightmare's grip, but the relentless tide of terror refused to abate. It seeped into the deepest corners of my heart, slowly eroding my control.

Falling to my knees, I began to weep, the tears hot and silent against my skin. Images flickered around me like growing flames, fragments of the past and future, memories and premonitions blending into a chaotic kaleidoscope. Without Haven's calming presence to temper my ability, I was rapidly losing control.

"What the hell, R'lissea? Get away from that thing!"