When I woke up it was the usual, I took a shower, cook breakfast and eating it of course then I walked outside to go to work.

However, there was an unusual thing that happened today. My neighbor's house is covered with yellow tape while the police are scouring the surroundings for evidence.

And that small thing didn't bother me a bit until the police stopped me to ask questions. The questions was like what I saw on TV, Do you know your neighbors very well and etc.

It turns out that the parents went insane and dismembered the kid over some kind of satanic ritual because they were answering strangely when the police interrogated them, claiming a devil has dismembering but strangely enough, it didn't bother me a single bit.

The interview took quite a chunk of time so I don't have a choice but take the bus to work today. Weird? I usually walk to work though... It's fun reading for articles as I walk however today just isn't the day.

What's currently in my mind is the creature that appeared in my dreams. It had colors I saw for the first time but once I woke up, both the book and the creature was gone...

There wasn't a cloud in the sky but everything appeared a tone darker in my world. Could this be the melancholy described on books?

Then, all's fine until I realized that today was a damn holiday... And because I've been surfing the internet on my phone as I walked, I didn't really notice the slightly high amount of people walking through.

FUCK! I'm such a retard... And so, I walked back home.

10:30

As I reached home, I immediately ran into the storeroom to finish up cleaning then a mysterious sensation was tugging my arm, prompting it to grab something very familiar.

I was able to ignore it for the rest of the spring cleaning but my arms suddenly shoots out after I dropped the dust mop.

A leathery book appeared in my hand, ignoring the laws of conservation of mass but that's fine for I can finally prove that my dream was real!

I opened the book but there was no fountain. I mean what the fuck...

But there was a text written...

The text of any page will change as you think of what you desire, just thing of it as G**gle for your Little Abomination

Okay... Then what the fuck was that thing? it had sublime colors, out of my world.

It was a Archroma, a being that can use the higher colors from the Outer Realms, unpervievable to this world. Painters usually summon them when making their magnum opus. Oh yeah, you know about the recent painter suicide of that genius painter? The guy's stupid brain couldn't process the colors so... He dead...

... Wow, is this book some kind of sentient item?

And oh, your Archroma is currently hiding on your neighbor's underground nuclear shelter. You should probably retreat the guy. It's been shivering there, afraid that it has killed stuff again. btw, the police will find it so you might need to hurry.

And why do I have to that, stupid book?

That guy's essence is flowing within you, substituting for blood because that lighting evaporated all of your blood instead of the nervous sys-

Fuck you, that's impossible! Lightning can't vaporise blood.

It was a lightning strike from another dimension, what else would you expect, returd?

Oh shit... Looks like I have to go again, huh... I've had enough of walking today for Pepe's sake!!!