Date: 3/9/2019
By lunamoth
I had this one dream, a long time ago, of a beautiful festival in my hometown. The buildings were higher and more exaggerated, the decor and lights were intense, almost so much that I would not call it my town had I not recognized the roads. I spent the entire dream enjoying the festival and every feeling that it gave me. Though at the very end of the world, from the top of a roof, I see darkness. A pool of black. Lightning, clouds, and thunder. So I gather my friends, the townsfolk, and we bring our festival with us. We bring our lights and our love and happiness, in hopes to end the nightmare ahead. We get there and I am nervous but not afraid. In the middle of the storm lies a wide, empty cave. Inside there is nothing - but a small bassinet. I am alone now. A crack in the sky lights up a small face, and I hold her.