[The longer they look, the more apparent it is that the Knight's appearance is, in fact, deeply unfamiliar. Even the taller, slender triangle of their horned face with its curved, tapering horns, though more reminiscent of them in actuality, is nothing like the Knight they're starting to remember.]
[The word fuzzes with bright pink static, bleeding black into the corners. The thin lines of Judgment's single staring eye set in its rhombus, leaking trails of neon flame, peers out from the rapidly emptying blackness.]
[There are arms falling around them, and they let it happen, as the dream hemorrhages away, as the stench thickens, and the set of arms becomes thick coils of vines looped around their arms, their chest, their neck.]
[There is hardly any pressure as they shrug them away, except for the familiar constrictions around their chest, that familiar invisible hand that squeezes at their lungs.]
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[The word fuzzes with bright pink static, bleeding black into the corners. The thin lines of Judgment's single staring eye set in its rhombus, leaking trails of neon flame, peers out from the rapidly emptying blackness.]
[There are arms falling around them, and they let it happen, as the dream hemorrhages away, as the stench thickens, and the set of arms becomes thick coils of vines looped around their arms, their chest, their neck.]
[There is hardly any pressure as they shrug them away, except for the familiar constrictions around their chest, that familiar invisible hand that squeezes at their lungs.]