The sharp smell of mildew contorts my nose into a displeasing form. The intensity immediately sparks my consciousness. For a moment, I am blinded by brief haziness as my eyes begin to slowly focus on the world around me. My mind finds it difficult to understand how I ended up here. Is this even real anymore? Nothing really matches up to the fabricated reality of a dreamer. This world has changed so much since The Awakening. There isn’t a place in existence that is safe anymore. My eyes flicker across the room to evaluate my new surroundings. It’s a small damp room, dark, and musty. The neglect of this room is obvious. The wood floors expose prolonged damage from termites and wood rot. Dust is plastered all over inhabited by an arrangement of colorful insects. My eyes continue to scan the walls until suddenly I am struck by an intense feeling of fear. Blood.
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