The purple and black kimeti walked through the dreams before awakened life.
But this didn't seem like life, this seemed like death.
The kimeti here... definitely weren't alive. They were dead.
Suddenly, they converged. The dead souls headed straight for him.
"Help us!" "Help us!"
They cried over and over again.
"Help us!" "Help us!"
He ran. He ran as fast as he could, his hooves beating the ground, the muscles in his legs groaning and popping. He was almost flying.
He wasn't fast enough.
They grabbed his back legs, and he could feel them beginning to sink into him.
He panicked, but there was nothing he could do.
They flew toward his head, scratching at his face, diving into his brain.
He screamed once, then all was silent.
He opened his eyes.
They were gone, but he could still hear them, see faint outlines pacing around him.
Suddenly, he saw himself through their eyes.
He was no longer solid purple.
Where they had grabbed his legs, they had turned a ghostly yellow and green.
Where they had grabbed his head, it also turned.
His eyes now glowed an ectoplasmic green.
They had left their mark.
He would hear their pleas for the rest of eternity.