Beyond Cameraland - A Drink The Moon Story

You might've laid there forever if not for that infernal dripping.

that

infernal

dripping 

drip

drip

drip

drip

square in the center of your forehead, just above the space right between your eyes!

Speaking of eyes. They snap open, for reasons you cannot recall, your fight or flight instinct is kicked into high gear right now. You're on your back, that much is certain, but, scanning around, you don't see anything but darkness. 

You don't hear anything either. Except for that infernal dripping.

drip

drip

drip

drip

drip

All you feel right now is the cold floor at your back. Steel, if you had to guess.

>Command?

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