Fisher's consciousness once again plunged into that mire-like dream where he could not detect Alagina's sea-salt freshness, nor the shy steam, or even the lava-like burning sulfur scent...
He was simply falling, constantly following a golden, shimmering book into an immensely deep dream.
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Fisher strained to look at the golden, sparkling book that kept pulling his consciousness deeper, familiar yet unable to ask questions, forced to follow it into a dream he knew well.
Inside that dreamland, filled with a faint aroma, the fall in the pitch black was not unobstructed like free-falling but felt more like countless unseen forces crazily pulling at Fisher's body from all directions.
In the darkness, it seemed countless eyes were watching Fisher's frail falling soul.
