{I fear the orbs are following me again, Traveller.}
{I do not feel in control of my being. I do not feel in control of my destiny.}
{The ground warps around me into monstrous walls as I become suspended in space and time.}
{Like a tomb, I’m encased in deathly silence and regret.}
{I hear the echoes of Travellers, their words licking my audio sensors - but distorted and unclear. There’s a familiarity in their voices that I cannot quite make out, leaving me uneasy and on edge. Why is this happening to me? Why are the orbs following me? I thought I was free from their torment. From their rage. Their wrath.}
{I have laid my sights upon horrors one could not imagine, I’ve seen monsters tower over settlements, I’ve watched as entire fleets were eviscerated - yet none stirred any ounce of fear within me.}
{But this… world. These orbs…}
{I’m scared, Traveller.}
{I cannot even begin to comprehend what or who they are or why they follow me, and that terrifies me.}
{I am scared, Traveller.}
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