One of the beings dives toward you, its wings cutting through the air with eerie precision. As it approaches, its piercing gaze locks onto yours, and it tilts its head slightly, studying you.
You feel its presence invade your mind, but rather than unsettling, the voice is surprisingly calming. "You’re not supposed to be here," it says, the words lingering in your thoughts. "Let me help you."
Before you can react, it extends its arms toward you, their long limbs wrapping around you with a strength that is both firm and gentle. Without a word, it begins to fly upward, soaring toward one of the glowing halos of light.
Panic floods your chest. You gasp and cry out, "I need to save Spudley!"
You hear the voice in your head again, quiet but insistent. "You won’t survive here," it responds, its tone filled with a strange mixture of pity and certainty.
