Slow moving and sluggish. I awake from a horrid dream. The dream scape is one of a lonely figure "Me?" standing on a field of battle, or slaughter. The sky is a milky blood red. The clouds are simple wisps of mist in the red curtain that is the sky. He looks around at the emptiness of it all. A look of sorrow, and helplessness etched on his
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