dream ✠ 001

[knightofchanges]

At first there is nothing. Everything is dark; pitch black. This lasts for a few seconds before there is a soft ticking sound like a small watch. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. It grows louder with every passing tick, and more and more clocks join in until there is a multitude of them. It becomes too overwhelming -- a deafening crescendo of time. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. TICK. TOCK. A black shadow. A cloaked figure. A flash of a sword. TICK-- A loud crash before the screen explodes with the image of hundreds of clock pieces -- gears, hands, numbers, glass, metal, plastic, everything. The pieces shower down, glistening in the light. The glass fragments catch the reflections of black shadows that lurk somewhere within the darkness. Some show blank, eyeless faces with only their mouths and noses could be seen, the hair covering everything else. And then they are gone, the last bits and pieces falling into the dark abyss. [filter: private || 100% unhackable] But there is one piece that falls last. The tip of an hour hand. In its reflection is a face with a broken mask. It is blurred, but what can be seen from the uncovered half is the dull, empty red eye of the owner staring out into nothing. It is blank, unfeeling. Until the eye changes into the face of a clock, slowly zooming in until it covers the screen.

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Hm...so this is how the dreams work here. [doesn't sound that perturbed considering the dream he just had]