• In a slow swaying, I awaken. Then my eyes are draped over in a dark cloak of silence.
    There I stand on a plane of nothingness in complete black. I look around with a frantic expression and realize I'm afraid. Not because of the dark, but because there is a sense of emptyness and hopelessness in the cold air. Then in a crack that rips my heart in two, a scene flashes before me. One that makes me wish that I was still in the dark. The sky erupts in a fireworks display of fire and metal. Screams of pain echo in the blood-red sky. The stench of death hung miserably in the air. On the blood-stained ground, piles of nameless bodies were stacked. I looked down at my own hands, and saw that they too were blood-stained. And I screamed.