Chapter 72: Dream
Cyril didn't dream that often, and whenever he did, there would be no memories of it the following morning.
He could tell there was a dream, but if asked what it was about in detail, he would struggle to answer.
This night it was very different, however.
At first it started relatively normal.
A vague dream about traveling the world with someone—it felt familiar; perhaps it wasn't the first time he had seen it.
As it continued, things drastically took a strange turn.
The dream felt interrupted.
Suddenly he was in some vast space covered in darkness.
Before him was a giant, beating mound of flesh.
Now Cyril was acutely aware of his own state; it was like having a lucid dream.
But he couldn't move his body in any way, nor could he turn his head to look away.