A... memory?
Adam stared at the five figures floating before him, their ethereal silhouettes suspended against the burning sky and the distorted horizon.
He was sure of it. They couldn't be anything else, after all.
Administrators.
This vision in front of him—this memory. It felt different from everything he had dreamed of so far. This one was more vivid, clearer, even.
But he was sure… he was sure that this was a memory deeper than any he had seen before. He could feel it, not even in his mind.
It was in the marrow of his bones, creeping at the very depths of his existence. This memory predated anything else. Even older than that random memory he had recently inside a crypt.
Why… were these surfacing now? Memories beyond the Hospital. How could this even be possible?
…And why?
The Administrators slowly descended toward him, and yet none of the three pairs of wings on their back moved at all.
Were they just for decoration? Or is this just his memory playing tricks on him?
