"Even nightmares have... something," he murmurs. "Cognouza had a will of its own but that will had gone mad. And it pulled things into it. Minds held captive and all sense of predictable reality ripped away. Bound in one, eternal maelstrom of torment."

Yussa bows his head again, rests his brow against his knee as Caleb's lips brush his hand.

"And for time unknown to me, I was part of it."

Upon returning to the Material Plane, Yussa understood it had been a matter of days: long for an astral projection and while he'd been in the Astral Sea, the passage of time dragged out. Perhaps it had only been days, but it felt far longer. In a place where willpower made things real, Yussa's own intellectual strength and force of will meant nothing once Cognouza fully had hold of him, all of that meant nothing. Once his mind, his essence, had been compromised and started to unravel, there was no getting free.

"Like all memory, it will shift as the event gets further away." But, for now, it's still relatively fresh in his mind.