“I’ve had this dream… Or more like a nightmare. I am running… Running away from something… Something I can’t see. But I can hear it, wheezing, snarling, like a wild and hungry beast. Then I meet a wall. I can’t fly, as I’m not me. I don’t have wings, so I turn, to face only darkness. A ruined city unfolds before me, the streets flooded in ashes. There is no sun. Only skies red under a thick black ash cloud. No life. Then I hear a loud explosion, and I wake up.”