The black silk sheets tangle at her legs, causing Temperance to feel trapped in an awful nightmare. She can’t will herself to run away. There is no escape. A wave as dark as night sweeps over her and steals the air from her lungs. She’s suffocating. There is a hand reaching down for her, yet she hesitates to take a hold of it. Further into the dark abyss she sinks.
Her eyes open suddenly. She looks up to a hand painted mural of the sky on her ceiling, thankful that her dream has ended. A thin layer of sweat covers her entire body. The red silky material of her nightgown is plastered to her back and the hair at her forehead is damp. This dream.. Was so dark and so real. It was a warning, she is almost sure of it. Perhaps the Oracle can shed some light on this mysterious vision-like dream T
