Whisker was somewhere in a flower field, cushy and relaxing. He didn't know how long he had been here, but he was happy, and that was all that mattered to him at that moment.
He wanted to fall asleep, but his senses were constantly active for some reason, giving him insomnia. He had tried to ignore them as much as he could, but he wasn't able to.
His regular senses were all gone, which was good. It was his whiskers that were the problem. The damn things sensed so much at all times that it was impossible for him to shut down the knowledge that came from them.
That had been happening for hours now.
Something buzzed within his Soul Space, annoying him even more. Why was the world hellbent on not letting him sleep? Did they not know that he didn't want to be disturbed?
He brought out the talisman that was buzzing and read the message that came. There was nothing. That was even more annoying.
He opened his eyes to stare down at the talisman in hatred.
