Their Dark Fantasy
The final image was of a colossal, ancient tree, its roots reaching deep into the earth, its branches stretching towards the heavens, yet its leaves were withered and black, as if cursed.
At its base lay a figure, barely discernible, but a whisper of recognition stirred within me. It was someone I knew, someone vital, whose fate was inextricably linked to my own. A surge of anguish, so profound it felt like a physical blow, ripped through me.
Then, as suddenly as they began, the visions ceased. The glowing parchment dimmed, the light receding until it was just ordinary paper once more.
The colors of the room solidified, and the Innkeeper, still wide-eyed, slowly came back into focus, his mou
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