Echoing voices I’d once heard before, I imagined a shadow moving between the trees. My dreams were plagued by a mysterious form in a black cloak, the gleam of a knife flashing out from beneath inky folds. His eyes, no, his entire face, was covered in shadow, save for his mouth which gave out a wicked grin.
O horrid demon of the night! Take thy cloak out of my dreams, remove thy frame forevermore!
What great evil is this? To plague me in Johto, this kingdom by the sea? Surely just an image inside my own head. Yet then, other times, I could swear that I seem him sneaking along after me.
Perhaps it is all a drug induced hallucination brought on by the poisons swimming in my blood. But that’s impossible. I am not mad! The drugs had sharpened my senses, not eradicated, not dulled them. Everything around me had become all the more crisp since my going clean.
In any case, I’ve arrived in Violet City, where hopefully I can find refuge from all these awful monstrosities.
I do hope these things are imagined. I really do. What would I give if all that I see was but a dream within a dream. Just this and nothing more.
Channeling the Gothitelle,
Trainer Andrew ♂
Trainer Andrew ♂
Run Andrew run!!
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