Something creeping cold in the softdarkness are you there Graendal? my knees are burning but oh it feels so veryvery good when you scream in my head please stop. mother where are you?
A soft whimper from Ishamael as he twisted slightly in his sleep. A few soft unintelligible words pleading with the phantoms of his mind. His hands were hopelessly tangled in the sheet forming his skirt.
spider webs fill the greenhouse of dead plants. Sticky webs and golden spiders. No No No get off! You're hurting me. Why can't I see? Mother getthemoff getthemoff!
A few soft cries.