Only this time, they came true.
Just wish I'd asked for something a little less complicated – like a nice house, or world peace. Instead I got a glimpse of the true nature of reality – where mind rules over matter, but paranoia can drag your worst nightmares kicking and screaming into reality.
All I did was ask for a sign. And I got one.
But to understand it I needed to solve a riddle. A riddle as old as the ancient systems of the occult; a riddle reflected in the symbols of the tarot and the glowing red digits of my alarm clock.
A riddle that, once understood, would change everything. Forever.
Based on actual events.