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A flood of darkness tucks in the folk of the Westboro Hill, inducing their restless minds through an alternate dimension. A blend of enchanting chaos and magical disarray; the spider always catches the fly as the clock ticks in a hypnotic trance . Aisen lies awake, sprawled out in a sea of white, immune to the sky’s spellbinding hold. A sudden jump in fright morph’s his thoughts into a dangerous thirst to feed his curiosity. Sounds near closer as his gaze slips and switches to the window as it sways and creaks. Calling his name in eerie chants of a foreign but familiar dialect. Aisen gives into prey on his curiosity, it is plentiful. To the window he leaps…