Forget

She had found you. How unfortunate.
You scurry away, but she stops you, her voice oddly soothing, alluring.

There's no need to flee. You are safe here.

Fear rising in the sound of your voice, you managed to explain that you were lost, that were didn't mean to be there.

That simply isn't true. You don't really believe that, do you? Of course you were meant to be here.

Confusion seeped further into your mind, instincts telling you to run. . .but you don't. You ask the calm-looking Obelisk why.

Do not fret this area, my friend. You are safer here than anywhere else in the entire realm. It's a good thing you managed to arrive.

Why did you feel so compelled to stay? Was she doing something to you?

This place is for those who understand, and by you being here, you understand.

. . .Understand what?

It is better to live here. To breathe in this infested air is good for you. It's what you need. It's what everyone needs.

But, it isn't safe. This diseased air isn't safe for everyone to breathe, even yourself. The Obelisk can breathe it because she's from this flight.

That's utter nonsense. The sickness here is safe; it is necessary. You need to Forget what anyone had told you otherwise. Forget your worries and Forget your troubles. You are safer here.

She sat next to you; you didn't even flinch.

Dying will you no concern to you. You will be fine. The Plague is merely a liberation for those who know. And my friend, seeing you here means you know this.

Looking into her eyes as you two conversed, you began to feel drowsy. Her gaze felt difficult to stray from, similarly to staying awake.

If you don't, then you will understand soon enough. This sickness is good for us, good for you. You need to Forget you thought you came here by mistake.
No one comes here as an accident.

It's getting harder to hear her words. You feel so tired, so groggy; her fluffy mane is starting to look like a nice pillow.
What has she done to you?
You fall asleep too quick to realise something had happened to you. You wonder of her words. . .what if she's correct?
There's only one thing you hear before you pass out gently.


All hail the Plague.

To find me is no mistake. I can help you; I can show you things; I can teach you things. Listen to my words and Forget past troubles. You must stay here; you belong here. Everything is perfectly fine if you found me, for I can assist you. There's no need to stray away.
You're safe here.