An old feeling swept over her as she slid into the chair. Her eyesight hazed, and the room's edges became softer and less focused.
A weight landed on her chest, and a shiver of discomfort pricked her skin.
Emily was well aware of this feeling; she was going to have a vision and that meant she was going to lose consciousness.
"Damn…"
She got out of the chair and headed for her bed, her steps lethargic and weighty.
As she got to the edge of the bed and lay down, the room appeared to tremble and tilt.
The world disappeared and was replaced by the whirling blackness of oblivion the instant her head contacted the cushion.
She felt herself vanishing as the darkness descended, drawn into the recesses of her mind, or wherever her brain crystal power brought her, and where fate and time were entwined in a jumbled mess.
She understood that knowledge of the future—a peek at the uncertain road ahead—would weigh heavily on her when she awakened.
