Tabula Rasa

I had a dream last night.

The world was ending in a frenzy of people unmoved. They stand there, too fearful to move under a sky of pure white, above a ground that did not know who or what it was anymore..

I seemed to be the only one moving, moving between maniacally stationary bodies, looking for people I knew. I found the five purest knights sitting calmly on a bench. I looked up at them in all the love and adoration I've had for them in the eternity of almost 10 years. They looked down on me, upset and disappointed at the life I've made for myself. My stomach lurched, my mouth dried, and something got stuck in my throat and decided it liked it there.

Two technicoloured beacons shot from the sky, and all of humanity jumped to avoid it. I dropped the book I had in my hand, and the beacons turned towards me, and I immediately dropped to the ground, in a fetal position. I didn't dare to look at the beacons - they were like the eyes of a mentor whose teachings I had discarded for navigating through minds like Hers and to shine a dark black light in my head.

I had sins, but not today. Today, I had fetid, naked darkness.

I do not know what my dream meant, but there was a presence in it I have never felt before. One that convinced me with my eyes that the dream was real.