Gullin became more saturated in color, and his form solidified. His consciousness awakened, and he saw the sphinx before him. His face was like that of a son’s who had been reunited with a long-lost mother.
“Mistress, you found us!” He realized her form was not the usual, and he looked around at the blackness in which they were suspended. “This is a dream, isn’t it? But it is you, the real you.” He glanced at David beside her, and tried to cover his grimace with a smile. “And you, too. Glad you’re alive, boyo.”
Gullin, what is wrong? Acacia asked. You were not sleeping, for you were trapped in this dark space unwillingly. You were unconscious.
Gullin, what is wrong?You were not sleeping, for you were trapped in this dark space unwillingly. You were unconscious.“Cast that b****y dog d
