Your fingers brush against the book, touching the skin it is bound in... your mind opens again, pouring into the miasma of suffering.
Except... it recognizes you this time. You are a little too in tune. A little too much like an echo of their own wailing and screaming.
The book twists in your hands, and a mouth forms in the skin. It begins to devour your hand. Then forearm, and then elbow. It draws you into the pages, into its story..
Re: DISCUSSION
Your fingers brush against the book, touching the skin it is bound in... your mind opens again, pouring into the miasma of suffering.
Except... it recognizes you this time. You are a little too in tune. A little too much like an echo of their own wailing and screaming.
The book twists in your hands, and a mouth forms in the skin. It begins to devour your hand. Then forearm, and then elbow. It draws you into the pages, into its story..
After all. You belong there. ]