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Dreaming of the End

The cruel sun beats down, it's one malevolent eye unblinking, and the sky was its co-conspirator with not even a wisp of cloud to soften the harsh rays. In front of me stood four or five creatures, all blurry and muffled, like I was watching them through plexiglass. They spoke, the creatures, as if they were human. But they did not speak a human language. It was a strange combination of flowy words and harsh pronunciations. A loud crack sounded above like thunder in the cloudless sky that tapered off into the high pitched drum of a trumpet. It shook the ground with its soundas if it was pulling the ground apart. The sounds from the sky gave a hint of raw power and warning at what was to come.