Brazen Word (Token I)

The bang came fast. You dither - robbed of senses.

Inland Empire: "In your eye: Nurseries, children; You. What would it take to go back there? Back to then."

Resolve: "That place is no more. Focus."

Limbic System: "Breathe."

Vapours choke your lungs. Acrid gunpowder, kicked up dust
- blood.
The Metal-Thing sits heavy in your hands.