"We are the whispers and keepers of secrets."
The only dialogue I remember of it.
The scene was one of sleep, I was watching myself from outside my body. I couldn't see who spoke these words, but I could feel it, a thousand whispers tickling the inside of my skull around my ear, making me cold.
I'm not sure what it (or I guess they) wanted, but the feeling was unmistakable yet indefinable. Touch without tangible essence, concentrated cold under the weight of no weight.
It was so odd. Like a dream of the sensation of restless sleep, but no tossing or turning for fear of disturbing the disquiet. Why there was a fear of ending it, your guess is as good as mine. Maybe something inside me sensed hostility from that thing breathing emotionless nothings into me. Just as likely not.
Can't shake that feeling though.
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