Y̨o̵u ̀le͞ft͘ ̴u̢s-͜ K̸ill͢ed ̵u͠s̕-͡ ̴D̢e͢sţr̀oy̵ed͘ ̛u͢s҉.͜
̴Ḑon͟'̀t̡ ̀tell͡ t̡h͜e͡m͜ ̸it͜ ́was̨ a͡ ͏g̶am҉ȩ-̕ do̕n͝'t̡ ̵t͞el̵l yo͟urs̨e͘l͢f it w̴as̴ ҉wh͘a̛t ̵i͘t ̧wa͢s͡n͞'t͢
Y̴o҉u kn̴ow ͞e͟xact̶ly͘ w͜hat͝ ͏it w͠a̸s̴
W̵e a͏r͘e̡ ͢c̶oming҉ ͘ba̷ck͜ ͜f̨or̵ ͢y͡ou
Th́e̡y are ͘com͜i͟nǵ ̸b́a̛ck̴ f͢or ̴y͝o̷u
͜Yo͡u̸'̸v̵e͘ ̀se͢en u̴s. R̴e̡member?̨
͞
Two scenes coruscated before him.
Flashes of darkness, complete void space.
He saw himself being pulled into a void orb- emptier than the empty space around him.
The moment he saw that star, he immediately felt sick to his stomach.
The vision shifted, and for a few short seconds he saw flashes- Silhouettes standing on a cliff, overlooking a deep gorge, with figures approaching down the cliff on the other side.
Drums- marching drums. But not quite, they were... distorted?
Agh. Zeph saw himself lurch into the ground, as something large- surrounded by fire- was drove into his stomach.
Beams of darkness emitting from his wound.
The dream Zeph looked up, right at where he was being watched from, his eyes were bright red, and his hair jet-black.
The dark Zeph grinned- a wide, disturbing smile.
When hands point up to moonlit skies
After the gifts received, the darkness rise
When the time comes to the red lit hour The scene shifted once more, back to Zeph standing on the large tree stump, illuminated in the blood moon's red light.
̕R̨e̵me̵m̶ber͘
Remember҉ ̨
R̵e̷m͞e͘m͜be̵r
Rem͟e̶mber
̷Rem-̨
CHA-CHINK WHIRIRIR- PSH
His eyes fluttered open, as golden spars of light cascaded in from the curiously textured windows.
Dust particles lazily drifted through the beams, glistening lik-
PFSH A puff of steam jettisoned out of one of the steam-pipes and sprayed the back of his head.
Ugh. He let out, as he toppled off of his light bed.
He stood up, combing his hair with his hands.
Zeph admired his art, that he'd forgotten he did the night before.
It turns out that his stele doesn't just bend light, it manipulates it's wavelength.
Upon discovering that, Zeph spent most of the night doodling on the bed and changing its color.
His pillow was now a mix of reds and blacks, his blanket now golden and blue- random other splotches accompanied his wonderful art all over the bed.
He smirked slightly then tuned into Veneficus' explanation.
...
Yeah, I've got a question. How do you travel backwardsthrough time on sound waves? I mean, I can get traveling forward through time with them, somehow. Or even traveling back in light? But sound...? It probably doesn't matter how it works though, as long as it does so without any of us going deaf.