"maybe you are writing too many things at one time?" whispered Nafsi, to the now blurry figure of Lupin, who was writing like a a machine generated by 1000 volts of pencils and supported by 2000 kgs of thick white paper. The papers were flying everywhere in the sun-lighten room.
"I am doing fine, I have many to write, so why not splash it on?" spattered Lupin with his fast-pace talking, still writing and changing pencils every 5 human minutes.
The ghost stayed in silence, he knew he won't be able to stop the madness, although he also knew that the madness will fall as fast as it rose, "suit yourself..." Nafsi said what he always said when he was hopeless of Lupin.
But Nafsi didn't know one thing, how will the madness fall.
The room suddenly started to tremble, Lupin, shocked, stopped writing and looked for the source, Nafsi check outside the window "nothing seems to be happening outside." The tremble became worse and worse, the space around them falling down and morphing. Lupin glanced at the papers and saw images swirling from them, buildings and robots started to enwrap him.
The world around him started to change, the images once created by his writings, have turned into realities around him, he fell from the chair and disappeared in a deserted land.
He looked up to the sky, and saw small square shapes falling down. "i warned you, sir." Nafsi's voice echoed in his mind, and was gone.
