The Sourceless Voice of Shorhas

One singular vision brings to you one singular vision. Of a figure in the dark center of a storm cloud swirling, the wind buffets your shoulders with freezing air. The sourceless voice comes into your head, a voice you've never heard. And as the vision means to fade to black once more, your eyes focus on that single disc before bolts of lightning. Darkness takes you once more. Your lips are parched, your muscles ache. You look over your shoulder and you see before you the memory of the land you grew up. It is crawling with thousands and thousands of worms. At this perspective it looks like it's so small, but for these worms to be where they are