I dream of Yawm alfasl; the unending night pregnant with
untold horrors. A lifeless moon eclipsed by blackened skies. Ravaging
flood and terrible thunderstorms. Earth torn open from powerful
underground quakes. Folk speak of ages past; of a once glittering sun
and scintillating stars. We take to the mountains and caves, like
Moses’s kindred in the beginning.
I awake in a cold sweat trembling from fear and exhaustion. There’s movement in the room; impossible to tell whether man or beast. I lay still till Nurse comes in, carrying a tray of injections. Maybe she’d be kind and unlock my chains today.
I awake in a cold sweat trembling from fear and exhaustion. There’s movement in the room; impossible to tell whether man or beast. I lay still till Nurse comes in, carrying a tray of injections. Maybe she’d be kind and unlock my chains today.
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