My wife was on her back, her throat ripped out by a Dragon. Orio was crushed beneath a tide of charging Centaurs. Dante was torn from the sky by three terrible beasts, wings tattered, chest cleaved open. I blinked out of it, my breaths coming heavier and my focus sharpening once again. It’s not real. Just possibilities passing on a wayward breeze.
God... Poor Gabe
