It’s good to see that we are starting to get bleed over. I hope the others coming from home don’t find the restrictions of this place to egregious. Little by little, we are tipping the scale to a point she can’t compensate. The nexus keeps feeding chaos into the rift, and she is grasping at straws to try and hold it closed. I keep thinking, Elizabet, how wonderful it will feel to shake off the restriction of the material here and see what new thing replaces it when my God awakens. She brought it with her, the limits on the unimaginable. The others were too detached to notice, but it chewed at me like an infection. The moment when it is cleansed from me can not come soon enough.
The team goes to the Dream Den to figure out what is affecting it and the surrounding area. Last time, their deepest fears were made real, so it can’t get worse than that, right?
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