#going to be haunting people this hallowmas so if you want an irradiated ockham spotting just let those nightmares tick up

[viric-dreams]

The change happens so gradually you don’t even notice it, but from one moment to the next the cobblestones beneath you turn to grass. A budding flower snakes its way up your ankle, winding up around your knee before it blooms and its petals scatter to the wind. Following the drift of petals, a figure catches your eye, hovering on the horizon, one that feels hauntingly familiar, despite the differences you can’t quite place. Her hair hangs wild, loose from its plait, a bedsheet barely held in place around their body by tangled plant growth. Except his eyes–those eyes.

Unable to get the image out of my head ever since @eddie-dearest's Arnaud described Ockham as an angel.

All of that cosmogone's burning its way through Ockham's system, struggling to convert it as quickly as possible--an engine running at full throttle, slowly overheating, meltdown imminent. But there have been more lethal things loose in London, particularly this time of year. What's one more menace?