AxS

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I was totally submerged in my very own otherworldly universe creation. The sun was beaming down on me as I remained in the focal point of a charmed backwoods, encompassed by transcending trees and beautiful blossoms. Birds tweeted joyfully in the branches above and a cool wind stirred the leaves, sending a chill down my spine. I took a full breath, enjoying the outside air, and felt a feeling of harmony wash over me.I shut my eyes and envisioned myself taking off through the sky on the rear of a heavenly winged serpent. I felt the breeze surging past me, making my day as the winged serpent dipped and dove through the mists. Briefly, I was totally lost in my fantasy, feeling like I was genuinely flying through the sky, liberated from the concerns as a whole and issues of this present reality. In any case, out of nowhere, my tranquility was broken by the presence of one more figure in my fantasy.This figure was a kid, however he was not normal for some other I had at any point seen. He was encircled by blazes and had a quality of haziness that terrified me. The kid got out of the blazes and moved toward me with a vile grin and tears all over. The intensity from the fire encompassing him was serious, and I could feel it burning my skin. The once serene woods started to change. The leaves on the trees shriveled and went to debris, the blossoms withered and kicked the bucket, and the birds quit singing. Everything was consumed by the fire that followed Shinra. I staggered back in dread as I saw the obliteration he was leaving afterward.The once rich trees were presently only singed stumps and the ground was shrouded in a sweeping of residue and debris. As I kept on stepping back, I coincidentally found a house that was in ruins. The walls were darkened by fire and the windows were broken, with shards of glass dispersed across the floor. The rooftop was to some degree collapsed, and I could see the flashing light of the flares inside. I was totally deadened with dread, unfit to move as I watched the annihilation brought about by this dull figure in my fantasy.I out of nowhere felt a sharp torment in my mind. I scoured my sanctuaries, attempting to mitigate the hurt, when I saw another scene showing up before me.I saw a small kid with dark hair playing with his mom, while another child was lying close by, snickering and having a good time. The scene was loaded up with giggling and bliss, and I felt a liberating sensation wash over me. Yet, that alleviation was fleeting. In a moment, the scene was consumed by flares and the once cheerful family was no place to be seen. I could experience the intensity of the fire, despite the fact that I realized it was only a fantasy.As I staggered back in fear, I saw the figure once more; lying on the ground, looking more vulnerable and crushed. A man wearing red hot dress moved toward him and I could hear him talking, in spite of the fact that I was unable to make out the words. The man seemed to show no inclination, however I could detect that there was an evil thing about him.As the man in red hot attire addressed the kid, I saw something significantly seriously terrifying behind the scenes. Through the wrecked windows of the wore out house, I saw the outline of a dark, skeletal beast. It was gigantic, with extremely sharp hooks and shining red eyes.The beast was encircled by the furious fire that had consumed the house, and it was by all accounts getting bigger and all the more impressive as time passes. The intensity from the fire was extreme, and I could feel the perspiration beading on my temple.I was deadened with dread, unfit to move or try and shout. I felt like I was being watched by this beast, and that it was trusting that the right second will jump and consume me. The aggravation in my mind developed further and I felt like my brain was going to snap.Right when I figured I was unable to bear the apprehension any longer, something abnormal occurred. The dark, skeletal beast began to crumble, going to debris directly in front of me. As the beast disappeared, I out of nowhere felt a surge of cool water fill my psyche. It resembled a flood, washing endlessly the entirety of the dread and dread that had grabbed hold of me.I felt revived, like I was rising up out of a dull, smelly room into the splendid daylight. I woke up, and I was back in my own bed. I was soaked in sweat and my heart was beating, yet I was protected and back in reality. I scoured my eyes and checked out my room, taking in the natural environmental factors.Similarly as I was beginning to unwind, I had the desire to peer through the window. My heart was beating as I got up and moved toward the glass sheets. What I saw outside made my blood run cold. The world outside was consumed by fire. The sky was loaded up with surging mists with flotsam and jetsam and broken glass. Somewhere far off, I could see the outline of the kid, battling against beasts with a savagery that blew my mind.The fight was extreme, with flares jumping starting with one beast then onto the next, and the sound of metal conflicting against metal ringing in the air. It was a sight that I could always remember, similar to something straight out of a bad dream. As I watched, a piece of glass came flying towards me and I saw my own appearance in the broke pieces. My eyes were wide with dread and I felt my body begin to shake. Out of nowhere, everything dialed back and I felt like I was watching the scene in sluggish movement.At the point when I assumed I would have been hit by the glass, I awakened once more. This time, I was genuinely back in reality. I was in my own bed, encompassed by the natural sights and hints of my own room. I was completely safe, however my heart was all the while beating from the power of the fantasy."Arthur, you alright? You were perspiring such a lot of two minutes prior."