Each figure had the same basic outline. Each one looked identical, with no clear features to tell them apart, as if they had all been made from the same pattern.
And each of them spoke.
Their voices were the same, repeating the same words over and over again. The sounds overlapped, layering on top of each other, sometimes matching and sometimes clashing, but never fully stopping.
Why did you possess me.
Mother.
I want my sister.
Why.
Give me back.
Mother.
You took everything.
Sister.
Give it back.
Why.
Julian stood on the narrow rock and looked at the circle of silhouettes closing in slowly from every direction. With each passing second, the sound of their voices grew louder. It pressed against his mind from the inside, building steadily and filling every space of thought until there was almost nowhere left for him to think clearly.
The pressure kept increasing, becoming harder to endure with every moment.
