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Black, it was all black, just black, before slowly red holes appeared and more and more, the red became intense. It became blinding before...the picture appeared. Before me, on the left stood corpses, on the right stood more corpses. The middle was empty mud, the sky was murky reddish-orange. The air was not felt. The body was as if it were not there, sensing the muscles, arms, hands, it's like they weren't there. But the path was straight and instinct took hold.
I...
I...
I... this...letter was regained by my consciousness. I...I don't know why it took me a while to process it, to say it out loud. The instincts were mysterious, they led me, my feet shuffling along the road to a destination.
As I walked, a faint sound grew ever louder. Soon, my ears could make it out. It was the sound of a trumpet, a cry for help. The music played randomly, it was a fierce remembrance of a battle cry before turning mellow and sad, as if the music was played during a full moon while waves quietly moved.
I witnessed the figure firsthand. I should have been horrified, but it was of no surprise. I cannot fathom why. The figure was immense, standing as large as buildings. It was faceless, but it had ears and a mouth that was glued to the trumpted. Its hands were puzzling, they came out of its stomach and the fingers there were hundreds, all broken, mangled, and glued to the trumpted. The trumpetreds feet were like trees embedded in the earth. It did not move, it continued to play, the mellow cries turned louder, they were full of hatred.
Instincts, muscles, bones, whatever it was, it made me move and the bizarre, aberrant sights only continued. A man was fused inside to a wall. It became part of it, the flesh slowly stretching across the wall. The flesh gray, lifeless, there was no smell, nothing of this place I could smell.
On my path, the sky turned black, the land was blood-red. On small hills were alien-looking creatures, crawling and breathing heavily. They looked up at the sky, their eyes wide, watering purple liquid. They chanted something, but there was no sound. Their long boney arms were dragged across the bloody land, their skin soggy and grey. They continued to crawl, the liquid still coming out of their eyes.
A blue bird flew past above me. My body moved towards where it was flying. The scenery changed, the sky was now pure crimson while the ground was as black as space without stars.
A city was in flames, the flames didn't stop, they burned continuously in a loop. Below, an abnormal animal-like creature darted, it was on all fours, its head was the shape of a man, it was bandaged and soaking in blood. The limbs were unlike any animal that existed past or present. Its body was that of a cat, but it wasn't covered in fur, but feather-like blackness.
The sky turned again, it was that murky orange-red again. I was walking through giant creatures, I have no idea if they were alive or statues, their height was impossible to calculate. They stood taller than any building, they wore robes, and their faces were soulless husks of a skeleton.
I cannot comprehend anything I have witnessed, creatures that border the line between alive and object. I was dragged against my will, despite it feeling as if I was in control.
A new picture emerged once more, just madness one after another. A skeleton of a figure kneeling down, it looked like it was begging for forgiveness. Its arms and head were that of a human, but its torso was turtle-like, the shell of a turtle it resembled. Fresh blood was nex andt below it, but plants grew over and from this skeleton, fungus itself emerged and was growing to meet the sky, fungus that was long as a lamppost.
The sky changed, it was half light green and half blue, but the ground was indescribable, the ground was a color unknown, incomprehensible. Dead bodies were carried by figures in blue hoods. My body followed them before the scenery changed dramatically.
There were red flowers, unknown to anything of Earth. And near these hideous red flowers, there was a building, a palace made of the most extraordinary craftsmanship. It stood mightily and proudly against the ugliness of the land. It was very much like that of Roman architecture in all its glory. But I saw something invading it.
A trail of blood was at the stairs. A hideous, monstrous creature hid behind the wall. It was skinned, its exposed muscles touched the wall, stroking it.
My pace was quinded, I still had no control of anything. What is this madness? What am I experiencing? What dream is this? What horror twisted insanity is this? It was a mirror that stopped me, or at least stopped the force that was controlling me.
I saw
I saw
Saw
Saw
Saw it
It
It it
I saw myself.
I was wearing a coat and beneath my feet was white snow. My face.
My face. My face...
it was insect-like, but a bare skull, it was not deformed, it was pure and natural. This is what I am.
The snow was gone as fast as it came. A hole was below me. Inside it, a blue hooded figure tended to a cradle. On the wall, a man was crucified, his skin carefully precisely stripped by a black force. The man was breathing fine, he did not scream. He looked at the sky, unable to blink, his eyelids were torn off.
The figure in blue placed an object in his hands and began to walk up. The object in his hands was completely covered in black. Before long, there were spots of red that grew more apparent with each passing second. On the wall, there were carved words "in hoc signo vinces".