In your restless dreams, you see this city. Streets of motley cobblestones, spires of black marble, banners fluttering in the hot, salty wind. Every night you walk its lonesome, melancholic streets, and every morning as you wake, you're gripped with a profound sense of loss. But it's okay - you know that in the evening you will return there, to bask in the warmth of dead stars and wander around the winding, nonsensically laid out streets. Alone, but not lonely.

At least, that's how it was for the last month or so. Before that... You can barely remember what was it like before that. It doesn't matter anymore. What matters is that after tonight, you will never, ever, ever be alone.

CW: obsessive and controlling behaviour, potential gore/death.

Join the Dungeon, it's a good place.