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Blackened Water

I watched as the scene fell from me. Everything was black like the dream I had had before.

I was lying on the thick, black water again, never falling in. My body was wrapped in thin, white fabric, and my skin pale, my fingernails purple from cold. Though I felt so cold, it felt so right.

A white figure walked towards me, slowly getting closer every second it moved. Within minutes it was next to me, an inhuman immortal extending its hand to me, a mere mortal.

“Your time has come,” it said, the voice bellowing in quiet echoes of the black abyss.

“This time, I’m ready,” I said, taking hold of the hand. I watched as the flickering, black water fell from beneath me and I was enveloped in the blanket of Death.




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