Lion Head Mesa he sees your dreams, feasts on your screams

Vomit splattered across the rocks of the mesa's great heights.

She was nauseous and dizzy, her head and heart pounding. Slowly, she lowered herself away from the rancid puddle, but moments later, more came, her stomach turning over and over in desperate attempt to empty itself.

Maegi staggered a few sideways steps, then fell with a moan, her brain in pieces. Darkness creeped into the edges of her vision, a sinister vignette. Grew larger, and threatened to overtake her completely before she blinked a few times, then closed her lids.

Her ribs quivered, breath coming fast and shallow. The air felt stale, tasted metallic.

Oh, Jaes, my head. . .

And the ever-present, mocking answer—

"Jaes has left you, girl. Your life is now mine."