Chapter 19:AD 2100 Inner Belt – Virgil
Reo’s once black and spotless robes had become soiled and ragged from the weeks of travel. Maybe it was weeks, it might have been minutes. He had no way to measure time in this make-believe land. Enough time had passed to tarnish the archaic metallic symbols that covered his clothing. Even in his dream world, nothing remained perfect or happened fast, and traveling any distance was the worst. In his made-up medieval fantasy world, life sucked nearly as much as his normal reality. He found no escape in this dream.
Despite living in this bizarre world for weeks, he was no closer to understanding the meaning of the damned vision. If it was a vision at all. There was always the chance he suffered a psychotic break with reality and this was his mind work
