A recurring dream from a fateful night haunts Varian. With a past he couldn't forgive himself for and a future he abandoned, his life in the present is in tatters. But when you're alive, there's hope. The hope comes one day in an unexpected form. The painful past, the meaningless dream and the unexpected way forward force him to make a choice. Stay broken and remain in the sorrow of the past he couldn't change. Or. Pick himself back together and try for one last time, to find the truth about his own dream and its connection to his unforgivable past, all in the hopes of forgiveness of himself, by himself. https://discord.gg/kBKaTtsrpb
Maria was right.
This planet reeked of weirndness. It was messed up in ways Varian previously hadn't experienced.
When he took a few steps into a forest, he'd see a few children getting murdered brutally. If he tried to help them out, he'd be ambushed by demonic one-eyed flying creatures that orchestrated the illusion.
Or if he even tried to sit under a tree, the tree's branches would slowly creep behind him and try to activate an illusion that could put him to sleep forever.
It was ridiculous, exhausting and felt like the realized version of a huanted world from the movies he watched.
No, this was worse.
"Rraaaa!"
A shrill scream pierced the minds of Varian and Maria by the riverside, causing them to clutch their heads in response.
"You said this place was safe," Veins popped up on Varian's forehead as he struggled to withold the raging fury. For some reason, his emotions were getting volatile here.