Lyle had a dream, under a sky where emerald green and deep blue devoured each other, two monstrous giants towered before his tiny, insignificant figure like chaff.
Bubbles drifting in the ocean and twinkling lights in the starry sky existed simultaneously, creating a profound environment where Lyle couldn't tell if he was breathing air or seawater.
On the Deep Sea Giant's body, with a surface like barnacles, tendrils stretched out from the cavities within, advancing step by step towards Lyle.
The Omen Giant squatted in the void, black malice flowing from the empty eye sockets, watching Lyle with a sinister smile.
Unlike before, perhaps his own will was now strong enough to withstand Their filth; Lyle simply watched calmly as the tendril festooned with hook-like claws and a myriad of barnacle-like eyes occupying his entire field of vision.
Not afraid, or rather, Lyle already knew what would happen next.
