The Reverie: PrologueBeautiful. Thats the first thing that crossed Morgans mind as she entered the grid. The unending hills that rolled across it, the vast forest of pines bordering the edges of the steppe, the snow-capped mountains that lined up across the horizon
It was all indescribable. Of course, that was only the solid part of the gridthe only part that had no thoughts shifting its appearance. The steppe was the part of the realm where the aware people of the grid could be found, Morgan among them.She paused in her tracks as she breathed in the crisp air that knew not of the polluting gases of far off place she was fromSan Diego, California. But just as often as she existed in the city of Earth, she lived in this parallel world whose inhabitants call the grid. Not many humans live there, if you consider them human, but one thing was definitely certainMoving between the grid and earth was almost impossible. Almost.It was a curious thing, the grid, and the wa
PoltergeistYou hide in the shadows that to some are unseen,just another insignificant soula trivial cry on the edge of realityhanging on by one trembling handJust barelyWhat scares you most?Drives chills through your bones;Is it they're messing with your headas you keep fighting what they said?you get fed temptations and liesThat fills that fear shot through your eyes.Just a faint but driving soundThat will slowly drag you down--Your personal Poltergeist.You try to speak out, but your words make no soundDrowned out by those ordinaryTheir sight passes over you without seeing.You're in hiding.They try to close your eyesTo the truth about our livesDon't let make you naiveUntil you, too, cannot seeThat their fundamentals are voidAnd that they want you destroyedThe hair in your faceMasks the one way to this placethe last person standing.