Nightmare
|| It starts slowly, quietly. First the sound of one person running, breathing heavily. Then two, then six, then dozens, hundreds, thousands. Incoherent cries and shouts join in to add to the chorus; the tang of aether hits your mouth. Soon there’s cannon fire in your ears. Occasionally you catch the soft release of a bowstring. You see people beside you – a sea of people in different colored uniforms but the same patterns. Comrades. Your side. A wave against a dark, faceless enemy. No, not faceless – they all sport the same face. They never seem to stop coming.
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