From crimson to ebon. Darkest of all black is the night. The hall of the sufferers is dead silent. Presence of life is inconspicuous, no one can tell. Not until the night reaches its fullest. The beginning of the third day approaches, lead by an apparition. Apparition of a pure light, a light of no source, a light that comes from nowhere but itself. The light kindled everyone's will to live. The naked light that every eyes saw continuously glow. Still glowing, blinding all the corners of the hall. The light that everyone once worshiped is now the adversary. Bodies begun to rot, souls split from their natural abode and ripped out by the light of judgment. They float like a school of fish in the air, circling around the light, like a moth playing around the fire, devouring its wings, body engulfed in flames...searing. The hall is now empty, dead silent. It was the end. End of everything.
I waked up on a cold December morning. Still thinking about the dream.
I was so glad, it was like a gift. I don't know why. I think no one will understand the mind of mine. It was the most precious gift that I've got this time but no one will care. I don't care either. Nothing is bound to happen. Not a thing nor a mind nor a person nor a heart can understand.
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