Aiwass had been having a peculiar dream of late.
He stumbled and weaved his way through a maple forest ablaze, with leaves that resembled countless trembling wings of flame butterflies.
His body was covered in burns, and he was blackened by smoke. It seemed as if he was searching for something, yet also fleeing from something.
When he looked up inadvertently, he saw only a dark red expanse in the night sky alight with fire.
In that black-red sky, devoid of sun and moon, there was only a massive, continually bleeding wound.
The wound appeared to be pierced by a sharp blade and also by a long spear. Thick, black clotted blood dripped steadily from the wound, forming a sparse waterfall.
In the dream, Aiwass, for some reason, had to endure the burns to reach the waterfall below.
But every time, Aiwass never managed to get there.
