PettyMask

Mature Content and Trigger Warning! This story contains mentions and insinuations of gang violence, bombing, major injury, and death. Please do not read forward if such subjects can be upsetting or triggering for you. —--------------------------------------- It appeared Rune's dream realm didn't change much since the last time Ophelia had ended up here; floating islands crammed with cityscapes connected by a long, winding dragon-esque statue made of stone. Things wavered and tilted above the void below, a heavy red gradient covering the presumed sky as it reached up from the blackened depths, streaks of color cutting through with no start or end in sight. There were skyscrapers all over, mostly hugging the furthest points of the realm, though the islands seem to spread endlessly outward. They came in an array of shapes and sizes, sometimes the buildings bent and turned in ways that made no logical sense, graffiti of unknown symbols and words often sprayed along the undersides of