Shawn: The Lost Rabbit Foot, The Way Ahead
That purple mist, cold and otherworldly, spread from deep within the the crystal ball and began to fill its interior once again. It started at the bottom, whispy tendrils of smoke grabbing at the side's of the round glass, grabbing at Shawn's mind. Or at least that's how it felt. Pulsing blue, purple and silver lights blinked in time with Shawn't heart. His breath catching in his mouth. His mouth feeling dry with anticipation, adrenaline . As the smoke dissipated, the image of Eric became more clear...
Smoke filled the edges of Shawn's vision, like a picture frame made out of old, Eldritch clouds. In the center of the scene, Eric was sitting Indian-style, crouching over what looked like a photo album. A light bulb hung from a wooden ceiling above, walls arched to form a triangle at the roof, pink insulation stuffed at odd angles in crevices. It looked like Eric might be in some kind of attic with dim, yellow light.
There was a faint sniffing and whimpering sound as Eric turned the pages of the album, thin plastic sheets which held polaroid photos pressed against a white backstop, their picture borders once white, but now yellow and brown with age.
"I've seen this before." Griffix's hollow voice said to Shawn, without actually saying it. It was a thought communicated to Shawn. Another bystander in the scene, distant and removed. An observer from another, erethereal plane.
"You are sure you want to continue?"