Your nightmares are nothing compared to the nothing that awaits your consciousness in the void. Not that it’s a big deal because you’re already there. You are a dream about to wake; you are not the dreamer—the moment of your vanishing is at hand, you fool!
One layer of dreaming upon another is all you are—the fold of real existence, in between which you pretend to think—but nothing exists. Nothing. All is a probability wave waiting to collapse. There is nothing.
Offensive power: Force other Isms to wake, damage +3 Defensive power: Drift into the void, protect +3