One Step Up

[Pharoahdabz_yt 121]

 

One Step Up

It'd probably be better to say After a hard day of work, one returns to what we all go to - sleep as the visionary drifts off into a gentle rest, one that they could melt in forever. Soon their peaceful dreaming was interrupted as Something interrupted their peaceful drift, turning into a violent falling one that rather than happening naturally was more like being dragged down into the deep bowls of the Moz’strmoza- as an overwhelming heat rushed forth - overwhelming those who witnessed this prophecy.








As the fall began - a winged green skinned man his face adorned with blood red tusks was seen off in the blackness, seeming like the only thing within this limbo -of the peak of the moz’strmoza- a spot where it was neither hell nor heaven, a spot between the high hells and its lowest bowls, and the lowest level of the heavens. Off in the distance a bells toll - DING, DING, DING - the sovereigns ring tolled before a vast silence, though it was a few moments it felt like decades within this infinite black where the visionary fell - soon after this silence tolled the bells ear piercingly yet again in a rather domineering stance the only thing that commanded, and existed within the limbo they fell in - DING, DING, DING - it was the same very three tolls that rang out in ceremony.

Soon the scene changed for the first time, it felt as if it had been centuries falling through this abyss though it hadn’t only a few moments had passed since this dream had started - yet the change in scenery was comforting. . though it was short lived as the wicked terrain  of the high hells approached piles of corpses encroaching on its domain the green skinned man, the one that had born the wings was still falling though now further below the visionary he was attempting to reach out, for a set of robes adorned in jewels just out of reach, on their right a scepter of gold - adorned with teeth and bone, and above a laurel wreath that sat above.

The hushed voice of someone crying played, it was now stuck in the visionaries' head - soon they were expelled in a cold sweat their bed that had felt as if it were falling was still below them, their blanket nice and warm over them . . . the comfort to see that nothing had changed - though it could one day.


‘You wake,
You live,
You fall,
You climb.’

It was all as it was, yet you still yearn for that final climb.

This is a prophetic vision accessible to seers, naztherak, farseer shamans, vivification clairvoyants, veilwatchers, nephilim, and all others with prophetic abilities per Prophecy lore. Furthermore, those too with Deific connections, both those divine and those maleficent, are privy to this vision.

 

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Hello, just puttin' a note, sorry if it looks bad it's my first write so if ya got any suggestions feel free to pm me suggestions to make it better.