Thread:Kat2wind2archer/@comment-26863232-20180211163904/@comment-26863232-20180515195846

You walk along the shoreline, scanning the beach for Goldy. The murky blue paint-water laps at your feet, and for some reason, the world seems to fade. Suddenly, you're in a room, lying on a slightly flooded, cold stone floor. You can faintly see two shadowy figures illuminated in the dim green light. They look strangely familiar.

"Hello?  Essca, can you hear me?" A gruff yet classy voice asks. You try to respond, but your body doesn't do what you tell it to do. You're experiencing something similar to sleep paralysis, yet you aren't as scared as you should be, for some reason.

"I don't think she's conscious,"  a sweet, younger voice chimes in. Footsteps are heard echoing in the distance.

"She is, I tell you.  Just give her a m- Oh dear, the doctor is coming."

A door opens, and the two figures run outside of your field of vision, creating waves of muddy water that splash over you and into your eyes. And then you're back.

Goldy is in front of you. "Where you looking for me?" She asks. "What did you want to say?  Did you see anything?"