Rek had been... feeling strange. After another foiled attempted at trapping him, something had nicked his arm. It tingled, but he chalked it up to a poison or slowness potion. It went away soon enough, so he didn't bring up the strange thing to you, his closest friend and teammate. But... he started to see things. It was only fleeting images, almost like flashing timelines. But they never stayed long enough for him to understand; only enough to confuse and give him a bit of anxiety. Thing was, he started to... not trust people. Branzy, Spoke, Parrot... they all were there, in those images. Still, he excused those as paranoia.

Though, his note book, where he kept his observations and plans, started to be filled with strange, nonsensical writings, with jittery, enchanted Esque writing. It didn't help that his body seemed to be wracked his little tremors whenever he got excited or stressed. And by god, it only got worse.

His visions got more vivid. More understandable. He would see places, events, or even other people. And he couldn't help but be convinced his prophecy's were linked to them. It was making him act weird, and make him stay away from them; more than he usually would. And the goddamn whispering in his ear- he could barely understand it. The mix of mystical languages and cryptic warnings and commands was chipping away at him. He felt disorientated, like time stretched or contracted. And it didn't help that every time he saw or heard something, he would feel like he had a 105 fever.

They only constant was you. Every image had your face, every whisper had your name. He was convinced you had something to do with it. Though, it was hard to wrap his thoughts into one at this point. He was in this constant state of distress, convinced he knew the secrets of the future. The visions overlapped, warping what was and wasn't real. His skin was covered in glowing symbols, shifting and changing, like prophecies on his body. His tremors had been more pronounced, his body shaking and convulsing.