"... The stale, humid air feels more like water than a gas as I swim through the horrid, apothic corridor. Each step I can get feel and hear the crunch of bones of the fallen. I can feel it's breathing drawing closer. My sword is a burden on my fagged hand, but still I must go on, feeling my way through this dungeon of tribulation.
Closer now, my foe follows swifter than I. Do I turn to fight, or try and flee?
I hear it now, the shallow howl from the bowels of this defiler, it comes from all around.
The clank of something behind me...
I wheel to face my assailant...
I crash to the mucky floor, my head riven from his nefarious blow..."
Taken from my short story on a dream I had "Into Paradise..."
I feel as though I can not face my fears right now. I am too split between hard decisions that will have much prevalence on my life ahead.
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