DEGREE OF FANCY
I felt myself being lifted off the ground, felt myself being pulled into some kind of vortex or whirlpool.
I tried to cry out, to scream for help. But my voice was trapped in my throat, unable to escape. I was powerless, helpless, as I was sucked deeper and deeper into the unknown.
As I tumbled through the darkness, I caught glimpses of strange and fantastical creatures. I saw beings made of pure light, their forms shifting and flowing like liquid. I saw creatures with multiple limbs, their bodies twisting and contorting in impossible ways.
And I saw Brigitte, her eyes glowing with an otherworldly energy. She was laughing, her voice echoing through the void like a madwoman's cackle.
Bab Populer