what dreams may come
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They were infinite. As beings, as creatures of thought, as insignificant specks looking up at the dazzling night sky, as ants crawling in the dirt beneath their trembling feet and falling into the tiny cracks left in between grains of sand. They were infinite like the abandoned highways that stretched on across the dying wastelands like blackened veins, carrying the ghosts of dust and smog to all the corners that man had touched with his withering fingers and at the end of these roads, there were heaps of bodies and skulls propped haphazardly on wooden rods, the edges of the planet, but even there, infinite. Their laughter was the same, full of madness and shadows. They were bigger than themselves was all because infinity was forever.



You too, darlin', he whispered into the roaring night full of fire and waves; the grin never left his face, but he was fading too, like the cat into the forest -- slowly and piece by piece, just like the other, until there was nothing left but the haunting rows of shining white teeth clamped together to form that wicked smile. You too. And there was the clash of thunder and a howling scream, a banshee and a warrior all at once as the sky split down the middle to reveal absolutely nothing. The tsunami was crashing down now, crushing tons of water to drown the spitting flames, or were there enough flames to boil all the oceans into the fog that had been missing all night?




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