The healing of the tunnel stayed lush and promising, but the power of the nightmare closer to the core would be harder to shift. The chaotic scene more than just a telepath with nightmares but a Neuromancer's chaotic magic seeping through to the center of their being.
Issac heard everything, that was the problem of the victrola bell blasting at him. He heard it all for a mile around and it never stopped. Some places were quieter than others, but in his dreams, they were not so kind as to level themselves with distance. "STOP!" Issac screamed back, covering himself further. Every voice talked at various levels of emotion but even if they were all soft-spoken tones the thousands at once would still be overwhelming.
The molten silver bubbled up, spreading towards them as spindled hands formed from the liquid metal and clawed their way closer. Their material made up of more than dream material, they could not be stopped by shifting the dream. One hand appeared from behind Issac, wrapping around his ankle and he cried out in such anguish that the room started to grow the black, bloody vines from the tunnel.