BurnoutPriest

“I’m…underwater? Why can I breathe? Isn’t there something about breathing I should remember? What does it mean when I can breathe underwater? It’s impossible, unless…” The water and oppressive silence dissolved, leaving me lying in a courtyard filled with grass. “Where am I?” I asked aloud. “Wherever you want to be.” I bolted to my feet in shock. About ten feet ahead of me stood a man. Every detail of him seemed liquid, changing every second. Even his voice mutated as he spoke. Only his outline remained solid. “So, we finally meet.” “Who are you?” “Haha. Ask