Experiencing his death

That night I died - twice so far.

The first time, when the already dying Caleb reached out to us - his mind made contact with ours like a torch in the dark.
Was this the pain he wanted to escape from?
The warning he was trying to shout?
A final cry for connection, comfort or understanding?
Did he even know what he was doing.... or was this the first and only time he plunged into the current of the net, joining us in the only way possible - through agony?

He was on fire.
Fire was consuming him from the inside, pouring through his eyes like tears from magma.

Death terrifying.... And strangely beautiful.

Illustration for the Vampire: The Masquerade TTRPG session.

To be part of the Malkavian Madness Network is to experience something rare, unusual and profound.
It's a connection beyond the body - an insight beyond reason.
It's a gift.
And sometimes... a curse.

P.S.: Yes, all right - this could also be titled:
“I was browsing the web today.”