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Mark had fallen asleep. He had been waiting for Theseus to return, see his friend and make sure he was alright but having stayed up for a few days now his eyes closed on their own.
He fell asleep on his armchair, a warm cup of tea on the small table, steam coming from it in many pretty shapes. This time though he hadn't been thrown into some kind of made up dream land. This time it was completely different but oddlt familiar.
The moment it started Mark knew that it was happening again.
He was standing at that balcony, the one from Amelia's vision, rocks and bloody rivers around him, dark houses and a red sky. At first this place felt sickening, the smell of blood everywhere in the air but after finding himself there a few times he realized he had gotten used to it. He had also assumed that this was the demon roalm.
"So we meet again" the man said.