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[aid] => mick
[title] => visions
[time] => 2004-03-05 02:11:50
[hometext] => i'm not sure how to describe it, but i actually kinda like it
[bodytext] => i was not asleep but i was not awake my breath was laboured and in my head i heard a sound like the striking of a large bell that echoed on and on and on before me appeared a blinding flash of Nothing a tear in the fabric of everything we know and in that tear i saw... i saw a large clearing in a thick forest it was nighttime but no stars shone the sky above was swirling with clouds that were blacker than the lightless night itself and in the clearing row after row of human tombstones humans breathing, screaming, weeping humans protruded from the sick grey earth buried from the knees down naked, they were and their torsos were covered in wounds as i strode closer i saw that the wounds were words the words listed everything that the person had ever killed from bugs to hopes to trees to people every single life revoked was carved into their living flesh they screamed and scrabbled to be free but in this hell they were damned to commemorate everything that they had destroyed the world grew dim and for a moment i was Nowhere literally removed from any and every place of existence seperated from everything i believe that in that moment i was in paradise when i was retrieved i found myself on an empty beach it was not day but it was not night the sky was simply not there so it was hard to say when it was a soft ambient light from nowhere lit the scene as i strolled calmly down the beach not knowing where i was going but knowing just the same the soft light lit upon a million glistenings in the sand the path ahead glittered like a sea of crystal or perhaps shards of broken glass awaiting bare feet such as my own as i walked i was flanked by two figures when i turned to look at each i found only blurry shadows as if they were there and i was not or vice versa they spoke to one another but their voices were like cellophane softly crinkled underwater now and again a word or phrase would make itself known to me... ".....abyssmal...... ...endless path....sterility..... their planet...no longer there.... floating in space.... not dead....just dreaming..." though i couldn't follow the conversation somewhere deep inside a part of me understood it all and that understanding was like a boulder on my back suddenly the shadows fell to shrieking (it was an awful noise imagine the sound a bee would make if it could scream then imagine a sky-blotting swarm emitting the same sound) and the landscape itself began to blur and tremble a voice like thunder breaking on jagged bone tore through the air and the clouds parted to reveal a descending creature whose size and impossible proportions alone would surely have driven me mad if i had not been sucked back into the vacuum paradise seconds or eons passed as i floated in Nothing i must have fallen asleep for i felt as if i had been stirred from a fitful slumber to find myself atop a tower that gave a limitless view in all directions and all was aflame the sun above burned angrily though it was not the sun but something alien and vengeful a hateful orb that burned like hidden anger spitting fireballs of fury at the earth i looked below me to find the entire planet ablaze here and there, flameless patches peeked revealing themselves as scorched pieces of wasted soil buildings, forests, mountains, oceans all was awash with an alien flame so much oxygen fueled the fire that little was left for the fragile remnants of humanity those that did not burn alive were victim to the loveless torture of suffocation bodies were piled higher than the impressive flames themselves (the mountains of corpses were unbelievable the tops reaching for the sky then plowing through the endless red wave that the heavens had become towering up and out of sight) a global pyre lit by an unseen hand an old man stood beside me i could not say how long he had been there nor was i sure if he truly was there or just some mad delusion as i stared at the dying world once more he spoke softly almost sadly, "this is what is to come and there is nothing that can be done to stop it you can't undo what is already written this will be the work of The One..." he paused and i could feel his ageless eyes upon me telling me wordlessly that he knew that i understood who he meant "when his memory fades from the world and all who remembered him have died he will come again as he did before he will come and destroy the world once more ....... only this time he will not take back his actions he will not repair what is broken ....... he will only stare madly at his work and laugh" as if on cue laughter filled the air coming from nowhere yet coming from everywhere and in that laugh was endless joy the world distorted and tore itself to pieces pieces that slowly burned themselves up leaving their occupants to float, helpless, in space and as my tower dissolved i cried out but whether the cry was one of sorrow or one of victory i'll never be sure for as i fell up towards the dying sky... ...i woke in that same empty paradise... 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