The nightmarish plight enfolding the Dreamer’s mind spread into the crystal clear sea of her memories like drops of black ink scattering beneath the surface. For a while, she was certain that the monster had finally broken through and now roamed free in her head, but as the dark thoughts settled down, Lara began to recognize them as fragments of memories that had been sealed out of her consciousness.<br/><br/>The confused girl rested her back against a large, round column, hiding from the battle that was about to take place behind it, and slowly descended into a crouch wrapping her fully gloved arms around the legs of her long boots. So tightly she curled up into the black bundle of leather that only her head and her dark-brown hair of short bangs and arched pigtails remained unprotected. Lara stared through her rimless glasses and above her knees into the distant wall, and barely realized how close the sounds of the Mad Fey’s bells and the cackle actually were.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>