It was so strange.
The weirdest dream.
I remember a moon, lit by a blue sun that stood behind it, cradling its rock with fiery arms. And I stood in a dark field with lightening falling from my hands. To my side was an angel, and to my other side was a young man, an old friend.
The last thing I saw before I awoke was a gigantic arm reaching upwards, to scratch at the golden clouds that formed above.
It was beautiful.
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