For a time I thought there was a thief among us
The road is before him, endless as it melts smoothly into the horizon. The sky is a peaceful blue, marred by only a few clouds. He takes a step forward. But as he walks along the path, the sun begins setting with each step. His face never strays though he eyes the scenery warily. On the left is a wasted field. Grass is charred and burning. The sky itself seems to deny the existence of the field, daring it to challenge the perfection it has created. Each step resounds in the dream, echoing as if off walls. To his right is a perfect crop field. Wheat sways in the breeze. Sparks catch off the left, drifting lazily for a while. It seems as though the tiny specks of heat will never reach the other side.
A tree comes into view. He stops and looks at it. A great maple arched over the road, but it is already on fire. Tied to one of the branches are two burning ropes. He looks down. A plank of wood is slowly smoldering. He kicks it into the field. A great wind whips up and tears off a great bout of flame, teasing the harmless grain. Another burst and a branch is torn off, falling onto the other side of the road. He watches as the whole field catches. He takes a step back as it burns bright enough to almost block out the sun. As it clears, he takes a step.
On cue, an explosion rocks the sky. Fire licks the once perfect blue. He takes another. Another explosion. He takes off running down the road. Beyond him, the bloody red setting sun melts perfectly into the path. Sounds of war rock the world. He's breathing heavy, but he keeps going.
As his feet pound the path he's chosen, he looks to the horizon. I'm the Fullmetal Alchemist, Edward Elric.
The sky, too, has become a multitude of violent colors. Each step seems to echo across the world. The sun is setting faster now as he runs toward it, desperately trying to reach it. Darkness begins to cloud the world behind him as the wheat field burns. He isn't watching where he's running and soon he's tripped and laying down. He struggles back to his feet, continuing the run.
Time is ticking before night truly falls. As the dream fades, he finds himself running hopelessly toward a tiny crimson sliver of the sun.