dream

[Ca'h'veh]

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A flight of what some may call Order Anubis fighters, glowing brightly. Within, the tiniest of your hive give their lives to the flame, their death-screams a piercing beacon of light calling to you and your brethren. As one, you close in on the prey they have marked for you. The interlopers burn as fire lances from you. Vindictive satisfaction washes over you. A Bretonian woman whispers in your ear

Witness the fruits of your labour.
The ones who wronged you shall know suffering. Our cause is just, and you have aided it well.
Return to me and aid us again.

Choice.

Hunger. Desire. Envy. Pain. Loss. Want. Need. Desire. Thirst. Heat. Entropy. Cold.

Satiation. Belonging. Fulfillment. Bliss. Exhilaration. Comfort. Intimacy. Desire. Depth. Relief. Eternity. Warmth.
WHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHY

The worm sees all. Its eyes are all around you. Distant stars stare lidless at you. To understand is to lose yourself. There is no floor. There is no floor. There is no floor. thereisnofloorthereisnofloorthereisnofloorthereisnofloor
The dust around you burns in the comforting warm glow of the star as the worm circles around you. A faceless woman(?) in the distance walks towards you, likewise at home in the star's glow.
This is wrong. This is wrong. This is wrong. Wrong. Wrong. Wrongwrongwrongwrong.

The woman is dragging a figure behind her. The figure sees you and jeers. It is mocking you. It has deprived you of what is yours. The worm looks away from you to fix the figure with contempt, as the woman throws the figure past you. The jeers turn to screams, then one last jeer as the figure burns like the dust. This feels so right. It deserves this. This is justice.

You need but reach out and take it.