Octavia wobbled as she stood in her raft. Her hooves reached out to the sides of the tiny ship, clinging desperately for dear life.

“Sweet Celestia…” She mumbled to herself, her eyes hyper-focused on her raft.

KABOOOOM!

The piercing sound of thunder hit her eardrums like a runaway train. She quickly let go of the raft, pushing her hooves against her ears. She swiftly found herself being tossed backward, her head hitting the icy cold sea with a sudden splash!

Octavia almost took a deep breath, but as she felt the need to open her mouth, the other parts of her brain screamed for her to make the wiser decision.

She could have sworn she was crying at that moment, but the sea took all her tears away. Gritting her teeth, she tried to pull herself upward towards the surface, but quickly found herself being tossed around like pebbles in the rapids.

Blackness began to eat at the side of her vision. Whether it was from the lack of air or the sea that surrounded her, she did not know. But as swiftly as the sea tossed and turned her, it let her go, giving her the reprieve she needed to fight for her life.

Go! Go! Go!

That was all that went through her mind as she put her hooves in front of her and began to make a break for the surface. Each passing second eating away at her lungs as she felt pain, a sharp stinging sensation clawing at her chest.

Closer, closer. She had to be getting close now. Just one more…

Octavia breached the surface, taking the deepest breath she ever took in her life. She coughed and heaved. Some seawater puking out of her mouth. Her eyes burned, her lungs even more so, but she was alive.

She sent a thankful prayer to Princess Celestia. And then she sent another as she saw her raft a short distance away. It was upside down, but it was something to hold onto. That was her target. Pushing herself forward, she inched her way towards her raft.

As she eventually set her hooves upon her raft, she began to cry again. Both from relief and from her ever growing sense of fear. She then raised and promptly slammed her hoof down onto her raft with a resounding thud.

“Dammit,” she growled through gritted teeth, as she began to truly connect with the storm around her.

Bam!

Again she slammed her hoof against the raft. “Dammit all to Tartarus!” Octavia screamed, hoping whatever gods above would hear her words. She felt they deserved her curses.

Though a sudden strange sensation came below Octavia, and she felt herself begin to rise with the water below her. The sea was swelling, and it surrounded her. The hairs on the back of her neck began to stand straight; her heart sinking deep down within her being.

Octavia slowly began to look down below her, but was greeted with nothing but pitch blackness. It was darker than the sea had been prior, and that only fueled her growing anxiety.

“Oh shi—”

She found herself interrupted by the water rupturing below her, sending her flying into the air, her raft being reduced to splinters. The breath was knocked out of her, but that was the least of her worries. As she reached the climax of her ascent she saw it, the beast that crashed into her.

Its skin was pale white, sickly, and littered with barnacles. Its teeth were larger than a pony, and its eyes darker than the emptiest of night skies. Its size was incomprehensible, as the mass of the creature still lurked below the waves.

Octavia closed her eyes, both in fear of the creature, and of acceptance of what was to come. After a moment of free fall, she found herself falling headfirst back into the unforgiving sea, her lungs now pushed to the limit as she began to take in water.

She was going to drown.

A light began to caress against her eyelids, prompting her to open them one last time. As she cracked them open ever so slightly, she saw something most peculiar. The light came from what appeared to be the sun piercing the water, though in the center of it was the shape of a pony.

Where was the leviathan? Octavia wondered.

Not completely knowing why, she reached a hoof upwards towards the figure, essentially begging for it to save her life. The figure reached down towards her, its hoof drawing closer until…

Octavia shot up in her seat, her fur matted with sweat. She panted, as she reached her hooves up to the sides of her head. Her head was pounding away like a jackhammer, and the obtrusive sunlight coming in from the window beside her did little to help. She felt her stomach lurch, her hooves quickly moving towards her mouth as she tried to keep the contents of the night prior inside her. After a moment, she corrected herself, taking a deep breath.

“Thank Celestia…” she silently said in relief. Taking a look around her, she noticed her half-written notes in front of her. Her desk was a haphazard collection of musical writings.

Yet another useless night it seems, she thought to herself.

“Argh…” She grunted as she got up from her seat. Her back popping in several places as she did. She sighed. “Mmm.”

Standing on all fours, she found herself having a hard time making it to the door as she wobbled topsy turvy.

Kitchen. That was the destination she concluded. Kitchen means coffee, coffee means I can live just a little while longer.

She made her way across the hallway outside her room and then down the stairs to the living room. Unlike other living rooms, it was divided in two, one side dedicated to Octavia’s classical tastes, while the other was much more modern. Her roommates’ flavor, as it were.

Unimportant. Looking off to the side she saw her goal, the kitchen. With a spring in her step, she crossed the threshold into the kitchen and set off to brewing herself a delicious cup of coffee. She tapped a hoof against the floor over and over again as she waited for it to brew. Each second feeling like it dragged on longer than the last.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

It was done. Her frantic hoof steps stopped as she quickly began to pour herself a cup, her mouth salivating in anticipation. Adding her preferred creamer, prench vanilla, and a few packets of sugar, she took a sip.

She quickly set the drink down and slammed a hoof to her mouth. “Yeouch!” She mumbly screamed behind her hoof. Her palette got a rather sharp jolt of pain as the hot liquid went across it. Grumbling, she was more cautious the second time around, blowing lightly before taking a smaller swig.

“Mmm,” a smile spread across her face.

Still rather hot, but much more bearable, she concluded.

Still, there was a stiffness in her back, despite popping it earlier when she got up from her seat. Setting her drink down again, Octaviapushed her forehooves out in front of her, and arched her pack. Another round of satisfying pops rang out.

“Oooh, Celestia… That is the stuff.” She purred.

“Whatcha doing, Tavi?”

Octavia jumped, a blush creeping its way across her features. “Just stretching! Heavens me, Vinyl, you have a bad habit of sneaking up on ponies. Have I ever told you that?”

“Yeah, but I exercise my right as an Equestrian citizen to do what I want,” she snarked, making her way over to the coffee machine. As she made herself her own cup of coffee, using the rest of the sugar packets, she asked, “So, how are you this morning, roomie?’

“I am well,” Octavia replied measuredly. “Though, I did not sleep all too well, I might add.”

“That makes the two of us then,” Vinyl replied, taking a swig of her drink.

Octavia scoffed, “That’s because you don’t sleep.”

Vinyl batted her hoof at Octavia. “That’s because it’s for the weak, Tavi.” She winked before taking another swig of her drink. “Besides, I’ve been too focused on work and stuff, ya know?”

Octavia’s ears stood straight. “Hmm? And what sort of work would that be, love?”

“Hehe. As much as I’d love to give you the down low. I think I’ll be keepin’ this a secret for now.”

Octavia’s face flattened into a stern frown. “You’re no fun, Vinyl. Fine! Be that way! Keep your secrets.”

Vinyl rolled her eyes. “Oh, Tavi. You’re always in such a bad mood in the morning.”

“You would be too if you had the same dreams as I,” Octavia grumbled, quickly taking another drink from her cup to help clear her mind. Her chest began to tighten.

Concern flashed across Vinyl’s face. “Is everything alright? Wanna talk about it?”

Yes! Yes, please! Let’s talk!

“No. Not particularly,” she replied with a tilt of her head, her voice cracking slightly. Building just a teensy bit of courage, however, she asked, “Though, have you seen any strange figures in your dreams? Like a pony or something?”

Vinyl looked to the ceiling and then the walls for answers. “Well, I mean I see all sorts of strange ponies and stuff in my dreams. I’m not sure I’d call that weird, though. Seems kinda normal to me.”

“No. That’s not what I’m trying to ask, Vinyl…” Octavia sighed.

“Then what are you trying to ask? I ain’t following,” Vinyl sighed in turn.

“Well. Again, Vinyl. Exactly what I said before, have you seen strange figures in your dreams? And I mean it, have you seen them? Something otherworldly, like it doesn’t belong in your dreams? That’s what I mean.” Octavia looked into her roommate’s eyes pleadingly. “Please. I need to know…”

Vinyl put a hoof on Octavia’s shoulder and replied. “Tavi, if anything comes up, I promise I’ll let you know. Alright?”

Octavia placed her hoof on top of Vinyl’s. “Good. Good. Thank you, love.” She departed from the slight embrace, finishing off the rest of her drink. “I’ll be up in my room working on my compositions if you need me. And Vinyl?”

“Yes, Tavi?”

“Thanks for the conversation as always. You don’t know how much I truly appreciate it.”

“Anytime, buddy!” Vinyl smiled, and replied enthusiastically.

Octavia then exited the room to return to her work.

Octavia felt constricted breathing in the stagnant air around her. Though, as she tried to ignore that sensation she found herself looking down at her own reflection.

She slammed a hoof into the pond water. The reflection was washed away.

She sighed.

Raising her head away from the pond she got a look at her surroundings. As far as her eyes could see she saw a field of beautiful white flowers. There was not a single other soul to be found. Octavia smiled, her breathing growing steady.

Taking a quick glance behind her, she saw the soul-crushing shadow of the woods. The dead branches hanging over her, blocking out the sunlight that came from the field before her. Her breathing grew uneasy.

Turning again, she made her way towards the field tentatively. A sudden breeze then blew against her back, adding wind to her sails and encouraging her action. As she entered the field she took in a deep breath through her muzzle.

“Mmm.” The smell was pleasant, though she tilted her head to the side.

How odd, she mused. Have I smelled these before?

Shaking her thoughts from her head she carried on through the field. Though she kept sniffing at the air. Every now and then letting out a delighted moan.

Her chest began to twist, her breathing growing more and more rapid. Her eyes darted left and then right over and over. Sweat began to drip from her brow and her pupils shrank to pinpricks. She dropped to the ground, hooves to the side of her head.

Stop! Stop! Not now! Please! Not now!

“Tavi? Are you alright? Tavi!?”

Octavia’s eyes shot open, while her breathing accelerated further. “V-Vinyl?” She shakily breathed. “I-Is that you?” Standing up on all fours, she turned to the sound of the voice, her heart skipping a beat.

Octavia opened her mouth, but nothing came, except for the sound of Vinyl’s voice, which flittered in-between her eardrums like a bass tuned low. She closed it, opened again but much the same.

“Ain’t that just like you, huh?” Vinyl spoke, an edge of malice to her voice. “What, ya gonna head on up to your room again? For Celestia’s sake…” Vinyl took a step closer to her. “You never listen to me do you? You just take my words and toss them out the fucking window!”

Octavia opened her mouth again but was quickly cut off before she could begin.

“Shut up. Listen for once in your life.” Vinyl growled. “Fuck it! What does it even matter if you do listen? You’ll just hide in your room again and forget everything I fucking say.”

Tears fell down Octavia’s face. “V-Vy…”

“You heard me, Tavi. You gonna run away now and cry? Is that what you’re gonna do?” Vinyl stared deeply into Octavia’s tear-filled eyes. “Well fucking do it already, alright!? Fucking do it already!”

Thump. Thump. Thump.

Octavia’s heart began to beat into overdrive, her adrenaline kicking in full force. She quickly turned around before Vinyl could take another step towards her and fled further into the field of white flowers. She felt her stomach lurch, barely able to hold back the contents therein. Tears clouded her vision and she had no idea where she was running. She just ran further and further and further still.

Anywhere, she thought. Anywhere but here!

She felt herself begin to heat up, her vision filled with oranges and reds. Stopping, she took note of the surroundings. Fire. All around her the fields of white flowers were aflame.

The fields looked closer to Tartarus than anything on Equestria.

“This ain’t your room, is it?” asked Vinyl, speaking down to Octavia.

“I ain’t letting you run away again. You’re gonna stay with me and fucking listen for once in your life. Don’t you even give the tiniest of shits about what I have to say, Tavi? Well, do you?” Vinyl Began to scream in frustration. “You know what? I don’t give a shit if you do or not!”

Vinyl raised her hooves into the air and slammed them down to the ground. A shadow began to move from where her hooves impacted, making their way towards Octavia.

Octavia backed away, but the flames around her stopped her from going far.

“Wait! Don’t!” Octavia screamed in protest, but it was too late. The shadow went below her, and she felt herself begin to fall into it. The world she was once in just a glimmer of light above her as she fell into the shadow further and further.

Yet as she stared up at the light she saw it once again. The figure of the pony was looking down at her. It reached its hoof down towards her, and she reached a hoof up towards it in kind and…

Octavia shot up once again covered in sweat. She felt like she was melting away with how drenched her fur was. Holding herself tightly, she felt tears begin to well up in her eyes. She sniffed, fighting to hold them back but it was to no avail. They began to fall down her face one after another, turning her into a sniveling mess.

She then quickly got up from her seat and found the nearest trash can. The contents of her stomach filled it, her tears mixing with her previous meal, “Fuck…” She hurled.

After a moment of leaning over the trash can, she got up. Whatever was left to give was already gone within the bin. Her head spun a bit as she stood on all fours, the world around her a bleary mess of objects and walls.

Shaking her head, she tried to right herself. Taking a deep break she made her way towards the door. “Urgh…”

As she reached a hoof towards the doorknob she felt herself stop.

Vinyl is no doubt down in the living room right now.

“Good,” she said to herself as she twisted the doorknob. But she felt herself stop before it clicked.

“You gonna run away now and cry? Is that what you’re gonna do?”

“No… No…” She spoke to herself again. Her eyes looking intently at the door unwavering.

“Don’t you even give the tiniest of shits about what I have to say, Tavi? Well do you?”

“Argh!” Octavia screamed, trotting back into her room. She took a few deep breaths and then turned to look at the door once again.

It was just a dream.

Trotting back to it she reached her hoof out. Though, she felt herself stop and put her hoof back down to the ground.

Come on! It was just a dream! Open the door! Now!

She swiftly placed her hoof on the doorknob. Twisting it until it clicked open.

Deep breath in. Let it out. So familiar now…

Octavia sighed, and shut the door. Turning once again she went to her desk and sat down. She dipped her quill in its ink vial and began to muse again on her compositional work.

It’s what she was thinking. You know it to be true. It’s what Vinyl was thinking.

“No.” She spoke to nopony.

Vinyl is my best friend. That was just a dream. Nothing else.

Cut the bullshit. You’re just coping. It’s what she was thinking. You’re totally in denial right now!

Those words, despite being her own, came off as foregin, almost as if another pony had crawled into her brain and was demanding her mind to play tricks on her.

Octavia growled, snapping the quill in her hoof in two. Throwing it off into the disgusting bin at the side of her desk, she got up and made her way to the door again. Not even hesitating this time, she opened it and made her way into the hallway and quickly down the stairs to the living room.

You’re going to regret it. You always do. Spoke the voice again.

Octavia shook her head and did her best to ignore it. As she entered the living room she saw her roommate and let out a sigh of relief. She was busy working on whatever she was doing, but Octavia didn’t care.
“Vinyl?” She called softly.

She was greeted by Vinyl continuing to toil away at whatever it was she was doing.

Octavia’s brow furrowed. “Vinyl,” Octavia called again, a hint of frustration entering her voice.

Nothing.

With yet another failed attempt at getting her roommates’ attention, she found the frustration she was feeling grow stronger.

And her desire was slowly slipping away.

“Vinyl!” she exclaimed.

The unicorn leaped in her seat, her glasses nearly falling off her face. Vinyl took note of Octavia’s presence and straightened herself. “Huh? Wha? Oh, hey! Is everything alright?”

Despite the smile Vinyl put on, Octavia still felt herself boiling, a distinct heat burning on her face, searing it with the ever-mounting frustration in her body.

She’s going to make you regret talking to her again…

“Have you seen strange figures in your dreams?”

Vinyl squinted. “Seriously? I thought we went over this already!” She rubbed her temples and sighed. “I told you if anything came up I’d tell you. It’s only been a day for Celestia’s sake.”

“I know. I know.” Octavia began. “Vinyl, please… Have you seen strange figures in your dreams?”

Regret it…

“I have to know. You don’t understand, I need to know!” Octavia raised her voice unintentionally.

Vinyl exhaled. “No. You know what, Tavi? I don’t think I do.” She crossed her legs and took off her shades. She then looked her roommate in the eyes. “Can you just take a moment to relax. Like, what in Equestria are you expecting of me?”

“Answers. I don’t know. Anything.” Octavia failed to hide how hurt she looked from Vinyl’s words.

Regret it. I told you so.

“Seriously, Vinyl. I am not playing around. This is very important to me… Please.”

“I know it is!” Vinyl’s hooves shot up in the air as she uncrossed her legs. “Trust me, Tavi. I know.” She sighed. “But ya gotta understand. I don’t have anything to say. I told you everything yesterday. And considering it was only yesterday, nothing new has come of it on my end.”

“Maybe you need to take a break from work.” Vinyl suggested. “You’re obviously stressed out about it, and it’s messing with your head.”

Octavia opened her mouth but was quickly cut off.

“I get it. You feel the need to continue on with whatever it is you’re doing, but trust me on this. You keep doing what you’re doing now and you’re going to regret it.”

Octavia’s eyes went wide.

Told you so.

“Were it so easy…” Octavia spoke softly.

“Fucking really?” Vinyl huffed.

Octavia turned away from Vinyl, heading on back to her room.

“Alright.” Vinyl said as she looked down to the ground. “I guess that’s just how it’s gonna be today.” She couldn’t help but slam her hoof down to the ground once Octavia exited the room.

Octavia stood high above the world. She was so high up, in fact, that all that surrounded her was empty space. The only thing with her was the tiny little dot of light below her, which was much too far away from her to have any contact with it.

She felt her breathing grow unsteady looking down at the light. So, she decided to turn away from it and trot away.

Turn around now.

No…”

Since when were you the one in control?

She felt herself freeze in place, no longer in control of her own muscles. In one swift jerk, she turned around and made her way back over the edge that overlooked the world. Down below was the same insignificant light as before, twinkling away into the deadness of the night.

Jump.

“I can’t!” she screamed in protest.

Let it all go and jump already.

“No! I can’t! Let go of me!” She tried to twist away but to no avail. “I said let go of me!” No matter how much she fought for control, control never came. The light from below grew brighter, and the will to fight grew weaker.

“No… Please…”

“Come on, Tavi. Just jump already,” prompted a louder, more prominent voice.

Octavia felt just enough power over herself to look up. Her heart sank as she saw the vague outline of Vinyl staring daggers down upon her. No love came from those magenta orbs.

“W-Why?” Octavia solemnly asked.

She was meant with a sneer and a shrill whinny from Vinyl. “You already know the answer to that question. Don’t give me that shit.” Vinyl drew closer. “You’re never gonna get what you want. Face it! You’re a fucking disgrace. You couldn’t even take my advice yesterday without making an ass out of yourself. Pathetic.”

Tears fell once again from Octavia’s eyes. Wet, familiar, and so incredibly like her.

“See ya.” Vinyl said before dissipating into thin air.

Octavia was left alone once again. Nothing but her tears to keep her company. She wanted to walk away, head all the way to her room and shut the world away. But she couldn’t move.

Jump.

“I can’t.”

You will.

“I won’t!”

Then you choose death? Is that correct?

“I chose to work another day.”

Then jump. Everything you desire is within the light.

“Even so…”

There is no ‘even so.’ Jump.

Octavia placed one hoof over the edge, the light peering deep within her soul.

Good. Just one more step to absolution.

Closing her eyes she set her hoof down onto thin air and leaned forward, letting gravity do the rest. She felt the wind rush past her as she fell, and despite her eyes being closed she could clearly see the light as if they were still open.

Though, despite seeing the light so clearly with closed eyes, she cracked them open ever so slightly to get a better look.

And there it was again. The figure of the pony, and it was reaching out to her from the light. With some strain, Octavia reached out in turn, their hooves touching until…

Octavia shot up from her seat. Yet another nightmare on the growing pile of unpleasant dreams. Taking a few more of the already thousands of deep breaths she took the past few days, she began to settle down.

I’m getting tired of this, she thought, an odd feeling of calmness washing over her.

“As you should, Miss Octavia.”

Octavia jumped, the feeling of calmness being snuffed away. There was somepony in her room with her. There was somepony there and it was watching her. The hairs on her neck stood on end, and she couldn’t find the will to turn and face it.

“There’s no reason to be afraid now. I’m not here to hurt you, dear,” spoke the pony, whose voice was deep, yet soothing. If this were any other circumstances, Octavia might have felt smitten by it.

“Please, do turn around in your seat. We have much to discuss, Miss Octavia.”

She didn’t listen. Her fright was just too much. She couldn’t even open her mouth to scream. Yet somehow her body refused to obey her orders. Turning around in her seat she got a good look at the mysterious stallion in her room.

It’s him!

“Yes. It is I.” He flashed a toothy grin. “As I said prior, we have much to discuss.”

His coat was a pale white, his eyes almost glowing from how bright of a blue they were. Most peculiar was his mane color, a light gray on top of his nearly blindingly white coat. He appeared to be youthful in build, yet everything about him screamed of an old soul. It unnerved Octavia greatly, making her jitter in her skin.

“I know you must be rather shaken right now, but I spoke truthfully earlier. You will not be harmed, I promise you that,” he said with conviction, a coy smile plastering his features.

it did little to settle Octavia’s blaring nerves.

He chuckled. “If it’s any comfort to you, this isn’t your room.”

This caught Octavia’s attention and she found her voice. “W-What do you mean?”

The stallion leaned in. “You’re still dreaming. I just so happened to pull you away from your previous one a few minutes ago. No need to thank me.”

Octavia looked around her, looking for any imperfections that would allude to this being someplace other than her room, but she found none.

“I chose this place because it’s where you feel most comfortable. Is that not correct?” He never let go of his toothy grin, his voice continued to speak measuredly. “Now. Pay attention, Miss Octavia. I know you’ll love what I have to say next.”

Her interest fully piqued, she sat up straight and looked him in the eyes.

“Good. Good.” The stallion leaned back and relaxed himself. “I’m sorry it took me so long to finally speak with you here and now, but with how turbulent your mind has been, it was hard to reach out to you.”

“Y-You really a-are the pony who’s been w-watching me in my dreams? A-Aren’t you?” Octavia asked shakily.

“Yes I am.”

“But why?” Octavia asked more forcefully.

“Why what, Miss Octavia? Please use your words.”

Correcting herself, she began to speak her next words more carefully. “Who are you? Why have you been visiting me night after night? Why won’t you leave me alone!?” She screamed at the end, losing composure.

The stallion smirked. “Because I’m as much a part of you as anything else in there.” He pointed a hoof at her head. “I guess you can call me your subconscious.”

“Y-You are?”

“Yes. And I’m here to complete you.”

An ominous chill washed over Octavia, surrounding her with its icy grip. “Get the fuck away from me you… You…”

“You what?” he asked. “I just told you I’m a part of you. I’ll never leave.” He chuckled. “I know all too well what troubles you. You hate your music, loathe it with every fiber of your being.”

Octavia’s attention was grabbed again. “What in Tartarus do you mean?”

“I know what you want. I’m merely here to give it to you.” He stood up and looked down upon her. “I’m a piece of you that has been neglected for far too long.” He reached a hoof out to her. “There’s no need to worry. Take my hoof and you’ll wake up refreshed and ready to produce the magnum opus you so desperately desire.”

Octavia batted his hoof away. “Fuck you. I don’t trust a single word you’ve just said.” She got up from her seat and backed away slowly. “Even if what you’ve promised is true, there’s a catch. There’s always a catch!”

“Tsk. Tsk, Miss Octavia. This simply will not do.” He sighed, shaking his head. “Well, whatever the case. It’s clear we’re gonna have to continue this another night. Until then.” He looked her in the eyes mischievously, a certain fire hiding behind his pupils. “Sweet dreams.”

Octavia suddenly felt herself falling backwards, slowly as if falling into a tub of viscous molasses. The stallion before dissipated, leaving no trace he was ever there. Octavia felt her eyes instinctively shut themselves. Next thing she felt was herself lying in bed, unable to move and breath.

Wake up!

Forcing every fiber of her being to listen to her command, she breathed in rapidly as she shot up in bed. The sun was shining in through her windowsill, and it did little to compliment her splitting headache.

“For the love of Celestia…” she groaned.

Another nightmare, it seems. How typical.

“Urgh. Whatever.”

Vinyl’s right. It was probably stress related.

Looking off to her side she saw her desk again. The contents on top of it were a complete disaster as she failed to write a single piece of music that was worthwhile.

Her stomach grumbled but she paid it no mind. Food could wait, she had work to do.

“I know all too well what troubles you. You hate your music, loathe it with every fiber of your being.”

She felt herself cringe as the words washed over her psyche.

“Take my hoof and you’ll wake up refreshed and ready to produce the magnum opus you so desperately desire.”

The words echoed off the walls of her mind, making her mood sour instantly. Looking once again at her mess on her desk, she laid back down and looked up at the ceiling.

Maybe I should have taken his hoof after all?

Shaking her head, she tried to let that thought disappear. Getting up from bed she made her way over to her desk and began to work again.

Author's Notes:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6Ii8E21rbvQ

End of Part One.

The uploads won't be quick, as I'm pouring everything I have to make this story as perfect as can be. I will be working diligently on it, as this story is important to me, and I want it to mean something to you.

I suffer from chronic nightmares, and this is a way for me to turn that into creative fuel.