12 DREAM AND DEATH
I know that I am dreaming. I remember living the dark dream of the Lurker just now, and now, I am here between the gray and the black. Time is pregnant with the expectation of omens.
The silence here is almost more than my ears can bear, its soundless sound is deafening. I feel the pull that cannot be resisted, and I am suddenly in the blur of movement toward a place unknown.
I am returned to the place of obsidian towers, deep in the ancient past. This time there is movement, and those who called these towers home are still alive. I see the great species in all their forms attend their incomprehensible tasks.
Their forms are many forms, for it appears that they change their forms at will. The most of them show many limbs, grasping limbs and tendrils, tentacles and ec
