Dreams of Crimson

[Dusk]

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At first, the only response to Lucia's psionic influence was complete silence. As if something had swallowed it whole, absorbed it without a trace.

Then, a few seconds later, Lucia distinctly heard a squelching, short sob in her mind. The cargo bay opened, extending a ramp.

Walking up the ramp was... Difficult. It was as if something was magnetizing Lucia's legs, and the cold metal didn't want to let her go further. With each step, this feeling grew stronger, until Lucia found that it took a noticeable effort to lift her leg.

At the same time, the air coming out of the cargo bay felt... Wrong. Heavy. It didn't smell like anything, but it was hard to push out of her lungs, and it was also... Hot.

Looking inside, Lucia realized that she couldn't see anything in front of her except a thick crimson fog.

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