After Feodorvna

Prologue

All I saw were those stars, the light, and him. He was shaking, but still maintaining his signature grin. A blinding, radiant light wrapped around him and still he showed no fear. The light brightened until we were both enveloped by it. I couldn't hear or see anything. Then suddenly I heard someone softly whisper,

"It's all going to be okay."

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I woke up in a good mood, which is fairly unusual considering the buzz of the alarm waking me up at six in the morning never put me in a good mood. That, and last night's dream...between the two, I couldn't understand why I was happy. But I was.

There are so many things that I'll never be able to forget. The sort of things that screw with my mind, warping it into sort of trippy, hypnotic 70's artwork. I still can't find a way to see past the illusion of destruction, even now as I sit amongst the most gentlest of people. Imagine someone telling you that the movie Inception was real. That's the way I felt for one whole horrendous month. Thirty one days of perpetual doom. I believe it was real, I really do. How could a single person come up with something like this? Was I crazy, or was it something else? So here's the tale of how my life went to shit, and how flowers can mean a lot more than what you'd think.