บท 611: [611] Trip(4)

With my bones aching, my body in pain and my muscles feeling like they had been ripped apart by a furious clash, I woke up, Or rather opened my eyes, tired as they were.

I gazed at not the ceiling of my room, one that I had memorized even with my bad memory, I stared at a black sky, starless, lusterless. A disgusting sky, with a cracked sun of black obsidian.

Yeah, a sun. A sun that was cracked like a mirror, a part of it completely broken, raining down a black liquid along with viscera. Scales, shadows, and the black eye of a being drifted down the river birthed from that shattered sun.

"... Timing."

I muttered, weakly. My body was drained of strength, as usual in these nightmares. Or should I call them 'prophetic visions'? The terminology can be discussed later.

"... Where am I now?"