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@musebunch Continued from Here
⊰ Ꮗ .Ꮦ . ⊱───── William was silent a long time as he sat still in his chair, debating with himself how best he might express to her his nightly torments. Even after awakening, as Dantalion had described it, to his true self his lucid dreams hadn’t faded. And now they came to him in his waking hours. Were they dreams at all? No, he expected not as they seemed so familiar. His, yet not. Who could he say they belonged to, then? If not himself.
“Visions, I suppose.” A breath was released, not unlike a sigh. A full exhale, a slow pull of air returning to his lungs. The scent of incense and antique perfume graces his senses and it game him some comfort. Speaking like this wasn’t easy for him, even after so many years. “Yesterday... This isn’t a new occurrence by any means, you see, but yesterday I saw something while I was walking the grounds of the estate.”