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April 12. 2025. 11:55 pm
Dark Lore Digest Prompt# 5 — The Last Five Minutes
“What are you?” Her voice chattered like ice sliding off a tin roof. Suspended in the Vitruvian pose and ensconced in a fog-white sphere, Andrea Ogilvie-Chandra stared at the pulsating, anemic-looking figure towering before her.
“Like everything you’ve believed, you are wrong about me. I am not what you think.”
Human-like but seemingly made from liquid more than bone, it moved through her lavish, high-rise suite. Its hands were grossly oversized with fingers like long white feathers, the tips shimmering with bone-white blades.
She didn’t understand any of it. It had been a normal day—a good day. Her team made significant progress. They could see order and reason restored within weeks rather than years if things went according to plan.
The room seemed to bulge, and the air warped and melted as it moved around her apartment. “Wake up, Andrea! You’re dreaming. This is a nightmare. Wake. UP!”
As though she’d suddenly been dropped into the scorching desert and walloped by a wall of heat, her mouth went dry, and her eyes burned. She never even registered its movement — now it was close enough to feel its eyelashes brushing against her cheek. Forcing courage, she looked into its eyes and found…
