Last night, there was a strange dream that turned and twisted in abstract and grotesque imagery. Celestial bodies hung in a cosmic abyss which stretched its tendrils towards the shapeless masses and used its alchemy to create; pieces broke off and reformed into fantastic structures, rock was pulled and stretched into tall spires, and color pulsed into the dark cracks and sometimes dripped from above to weave welcoming curtains.
But bright light shined from an entrance to a building passing by and ceased all movement. White streaks flared outward in a brilliant explosion that breached the reaches of all vision, and within its center life stirred. It could not be seen, save for the slightest ripple of energy that shook this universe, but its eyes could be sensed, the watcher's gaze gripping the listener's heart.
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