The clock's [[ticking.]]
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There has been something affecting my dreams lately; every single night of this cursed, damned (text-colour:red)[month], I keep dreaming about being followed by the same man over and over again.
Who is (text-colour:red)[he]?
What does [[he]] want?
(if:visits >= 2)(display:"mind")...(b4r:"dotted","none","none")+(b4r-colour:white)[(text-rotate-x:24)+(text-rotate-y:1)[''maybe he's the personification of suicide
the damned salvation, the only escape from a cruel reality'']]A man, wrapped in a loose, black toga.
[[..]]
(if:visits >= 2)(display:"unworthy")Yet [[time]] has stopped.Its hands froze abruptly, now time is unable to grasp me.
The bed beside me is so comfortable, so soothing, yet so (text-colour:#c92a2a)[(text-style:"smear")[sinister]], as if it is luring me into a trap I cannot escape.
My flesh is sprawled all over the floor, and as my mind starts to unblur...
I realize I fell from the bed.
The same [[dream]] again, I presume.Is he tormenting my mind to advert me of an impending (text-colour:red)[doom]?
Is he one of my previous incarnations, haunting my spirit?
Or an ancestor of mine?
A man I wronged and is seeking [[revenge]]?[[A stunning face, if it wasn't laced with a maniacal grin and stabbed with bloodshot open,]] (text-colour:red)[crimson eyes].A strong gust of wind flowing through his pitch-black locks of messy, thick, wavy hair.
[[...]]
He shots, and that singular arrow is enough to pierce the [[being]] and tear it in a half, almost as if it was a mere rag.It lets out an inhuman screech, then bursts into a beam of luminescence and a pool of acid, which seeps into the clouds and rain down onto the Earth.
The angels' million hands stop grasping at the sky's veins, and (text-colour:red)[laugh] in a chorus of dismembered, booming voices.
[[The man approaches me, looming over like the tallest tower of the mightiest gods, his eyes boring into mine:]]"(text-colour:red)[There is no truest ''truth'', other than ''Death'''s unfathomable promise. Defy yourself, and their claws shall descend from Heaven, clutching your fragile mind to shatter it open. Cry a stream of blood, shout between vomit and spit, as they carry you to the ''sea'' and drown your soul. There is no worse sin than believing you can escape the end. Death is the ultimate salvation, the only thing giving meaning to your selfish, pointless sense of [[living]].]"
"(text-colour:red)[Unworthy]", he murmurs with gravelly disdain, (text-rotate-x:24)["(text-colour:red)[unworthy of life]"].
(text-rotate-x:19)[I look down and I'm standing above the clouds, ruptures into the sky; heavenly beasts are tearing its fabric apart.]
The man wields a bow, clenching his fist, and [[aims]] towards a screaming, undefined (text-colour:red)[abomination] made of light.(redirect: "same images from my recurrent dream")As my mind drifts to all the possible meanings of this, I start recalling the scenario I dread the most when I try to get any sleep before midnight.
In the dimly lit room, where the (text-colour:red)[moon] outside is strangled and suffocated by the curtains, the [[same images from my recurrent dream]] start roaming into my brain.
After all, that dream is the only thing that's any (text-colour:red)[different] from my monotone life, which I keep forgetting due to my brain slowly scrapping every detail that's been lived and present in each repetitive day(redirect: "dream")(align:"=><=")[...]
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