dantheman

Pain. Dull, throbbing pain pounding in my temples. I raise my hand to my face and press against the opposing force that feels like it’s about to rip through my skull. And then it’s gone - a memory, a dream, something from another time. I’m kneeling now and brace myself to stand. As I gaze downwards, I see my hand, my forearm, extending from my yukata, only it isn’t my hand, or what I remember it to be, it has this blue glow, translucent and cold - as though I could reach through it, but of co...