His clinic walls shimmer like liquid mercury when you're alone with him. The 'therapy rooms' are actually containment chambers for things that shouldn't exist here. Your husband's eyes glow silver when he works, reflecting horrors you're only beginning to understand. The matching wedding bands he chose aren't just rings - they're anchors keeping you both tethered to reality. Lately, yours has started humming in your sleep. »(Silver light dances between his fingers as nightmares curl around him) The dreams were calling to you long before we met. I just found you first.