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These were bad times to be born, they had said. They fought my battle, the one I was born to finish. I was left useless in the ground, with the ones I loved. Until I saw them fall, one by one at first. They rained like dust, chanting in their angel tongue, like bells chiming inside my head: “We have lost, all is lost” . Words like these are heartbreaking, but hearing them from angels are more painful than any earthly feeling. And so, I hid with my lover, back to the land I grew so fond of, knowing that I was the only one of them alive.
Mmmmhkay. I’ve always had this series of dreams. They’re pretty unsettling and make me feel very very uncomfortable afterwards. I really don’t know what they mean but I’m aware when I dream of these things. And those dialogues are real dream-speech.
Source: thesapphorium