But it's not a person it's… something else. It hangs in the air, a gausey tracery of green fire casting a soft illumination over the unearthly looking landscape of the ruined factory.
No sharp snap of a time machine this, there is instead a sense of slow pressure, as though something were being squeezed through a tube.
Drums: Get louder
As Amie watches, the not-exactly-a-portal ripples, and the sound of drums gets louder.
No sharp snap of a time machine this, there is instead a sense of slow pressure, as though something were being squeezed through a tube.
Drums: Get louder
As Amie watches, the not-exactly-a-portal ripples, and the sound of drums gets louder.
Notes
Where's the "next"? 4 days of furiously reading this… And does this mean I am now +1? You are brilliant - this is brilliant - I need a nap!
Hi Permanentnewb! Thank you for reading! Please enjoy your nap, then come back and make suggestions! :)
I am glad you're enjoying yourself.