Falling apart at the edges, the walls crumble so elegantly as I make my way through the burning town, flames lick teasingly at the tattered tails of my cloak, fire hissing pressing ever persistently against the rain. Higher and higher the smoke rises, ashen fog envelops the earth covering what little the flames neglected.

My walk slows as the orange glow from behind casts my shadow farther and farther away, turning to meet my destructive yet somber end, I smile from beneath my abyssal black hood, because this is always the part where the dream ends.


Enjoy~