That first night, after eating the fruit, Percival found himself trapped in a strange dream, strange enough that it felt unnervingly real, yet impossible at the same time.
He remembered finding himself in the middle of what looked like an ocean, suspended above the water as though it were solid rather than liquid. Around him, a dense, restless fog seemed to swallow everything else from view.
'What kind of nightmare is this,' he wondered, and that was when he saw it. A structure, vast beyond description. Colossal was the closest word he could find. It resembled some kind of plant, though he couldn't make out any of its features clearly.
The harder he tried to focus on it, the more his own instincts screamed at him to look away, some primal certainty that he wasn't meant to bear the weight of whatever that thing was.
He wanted to resist the pull. But his thoughts kept drifting back to it anyway, its shape still refusing to take clear form in his mind.
