[It almost feels like a cop-out, fleeing from the past β but there is nothing there that he hasnβt gone over in his head multiple times before, nothing that hadnβt already affected him as a person that will affect him more swathed in a nightmare. As they walk, itβs hard to ignore the sound behind them, the sound of a young girl screaming for help, Stephen! Help me!, and it pains him, just as it pained him so many years beforeβ
He wonders, later, if this dream will foist itself on him again, beyond the confines of whatever is happening now. If his mundane dreaming will begin to showcase her in them again, like they did long, long ago.
But then the environment changes. Something vast and unfathomable looms over them like before, but this time utterly different than Dormammu. Far more Euclidean than cosmic horror.
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He wonders, later, if this dream will foist itself on him again, beyond the confines of whatever is happening now. If his mundane dreaming will begin to showcase her in them again, like they did long, long ago.
But then the environment changes. Something vast and unfathomable looms over them like before, but this time utterly different than Dormammu. Far more Euclidean than cosmic horror.
Doesnβt bode well, either way.]
No point. Weβre here now. What can we expect?