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He was in the black once again, but something felt different. The usual press of dark life, the scent of death, it was missing. Then light and color began to appear, slowly growing and spreading in to identifiable colors and shapes. He stood in a city, ruined buildings and air that was deathly still. Plumes of mist swirled in to creation, they too took familiar forms. People now walked by as if the city around them was in pristine condition, ignoring Lucan and each other. Tentatively he reached out to a passing woman, his fingertips merely gliding through her as if she were of air. He stood in the thick of them, confused and afraid as they pa

Darkness…no light, no color, only the black that surrounded him. Then movement all around, cold and slimy life pressed against him, enveloping his body. A scent lingered on the air, metallic and reeking of decay. He opened his mouth to yell and the cold, wet darkness flooded down his throat and suffocated him. When he couldn't breathe he began to panic and struggled to move, only sharp pain surging up from his knees and elbow brought him to his senses. He had been tangled in a thin sheet and had fallen from his bed. Hands visibly shook as he freed himself, the dreams had been getting worse and he was so exhausted as is. He heaved himself