Nightmares log 1

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Who: Everyone.
What: The February Nightmare Log 1.
Where: Anywhere within the City. However no area is under constant bombardment.
When: February 13th- 20th
Notes: This is the first part of the Nightmare log which runs from the 13th-20th. The second log will be posted on the 20th. The plotting for the event is found here.

Nightmare log one.

It starts in the middle of the night, as nightmares should of course. The nightmare forms around the Sphere itself and in the large dome that houses it along with the glassed-in walls. The sensation is slow to build, sliding against the occupants of the dome (including the Sphere itself maybe, one doesn’t know) it taps it’s fingers along the inside of their brains drawing across those human sensors that remind us that we’re not alone in a place. Slowly, the nightmare stalks along its prey, almost feeding off of that idea, filling the spaces where once the idea that there was someone up the way, just out of view with the idea that those people aren’t there. That they never have been. That they never were. That they never will be again.

Alone. You are alone. That is the message sent across their mind, sent into every cell in their body, drawn along every message and in every nerve. You are alone. Just as you cannot stop your lungs from contracting to draw in oxygen, or your heart from beating to send blood flowing through your veins, you cannot stop this involuntary thought from spreading through your body and your mind.

You are alone. The longer you stay in the domes with that nightmare presence, the worse the sense becomes. Even if this fear isn’t one that you specifically has, there’s something primal about it, past down from the times when humans were packs and there was safety in them. There is no safety, there is no pack. There is only this terrible alone feeling. This terrible darkness of feeling alone below the miles of ocean above.

And yet, the world looks the same as it did before. There should be people in the domes that the nightmare has spread to. There should be people living, laughing, loving and breathing in the domes, but they’re gone. You can almost hear the living echos of what they were doing on the wind, and all of their things are still present. In the merchant dome, food is still hot and on the tables, drinks are still cold. Things are still cooking in pots, threatening to burn over. But the people who were with them are gone.

It’s like that everywhere. There is nothing but the sense of life interrupted. Everyone around you, be it in the dorms or the other living dorms or anywhere else is gone but the sense that they should be there lingers. Perfume still lingers and weren’t you just talking or arguing or laughing with someone? They’re gone but you can swear you still hear them. Well, the echoes of them anyway.

Were you in bed with your lover? The sheets still hold their warmth, but they themselves have vanished. Clothing’s still laid out in closets and personal effects are there but they are gone. When you try and find them on the network they can answer but you can only hear them through the network. Even if they are next to you it’s only through the network that they know that you’re still there too.

Leaving the affected area, you instantly feel better and the sense of profound being aloneness leaves. For now anyway.