You awake. Startled, you try and figure out which dream this is as fast as you can but it’s no use. This one is new. Unprepared, you traverse this new ground as you must. Suspicion and unrest fuel your agitated focus as you move forward, wary traveller of the nebulous, cosmic void. You had hoped for a period of calm but not all adventures conclude as advertised.

Whadda ya say? Once more ‘round the sun for old times’ sake?

Until next time, remember which witch bewitched which. (I’ve never knowingly heard a song but I 100% support any occultist attempting to open the gates of hell beneath our vapid culture. Never stop the madness. I’ve been so misinformed.)