LET HIM BE YOUR SAVIOUR [DREAM]

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Spoiler

The following is a dream only seen by @EmiliainWonderland

Green pastures welcome a cool breeze causing the many colors of the fauna to flourish- songs of leaves bristling each other, birds chirped in sweet harmony  among one another.. The sounds of her own breath were enough to bring her some consciousness, this dream was now lucid while she found her eyes adjusting to peer at the blue sky above, birds dancing with one another in the sun’s blanket.

 

She got up to her knees and examined her hands- skin smooth and graceful, lacking even the slightest crease. 

She then stood and wagged her head, leaves falling from ginger locks like she herself was a tree.. Down the path she went, eyes relaxed with a smile, it was all peaceful.. Safe.

 

A choir sung through her left ear, the floor thrummed while the dead dragged  themselves towards that blackened figure, she donned a cross inverse, blasphemy incarnate

Those green pastures would soon dull, hills became runny, rivers of gore began to flood.. Cakes of viscera draped off trees while entrails tangled with their roots, the air became ashy and thick, burning like an itch whenever inhaled Alexandria found herself tangled in the middle of it all. An empty field of not grass but faces that praised the skies and sung broken liturgies from hollow eyes, their maws open with hands erected from each. Then the clouds parted allowing one to look through; crude and gnarly, an eye looked down at the lost girl. Now her skin was stained, burns ran along her neck while her wrists were burned from rope that now tied her feet. She was terrified.. Who wouldn’t be? A life so sweet and sound gone in a blink, now one of inner turmoil and betrayal. A figure stood nearby, A woman? Dressed in black garbs lined by gold jewelries and veiled like a nun; She held a crozier that dangled an inverse Lorraine off its neck, held by red leather gloves with pentacles seared in the back of each.. She stood still- still as the trees themselves, however this was broken as one hand was held out, in calling. Where else would the poor woman go? So the call was heeded

The Eye looked down at the woman before it. The nun was met with heavy scrutiny. The iris reflected flames, she peered into it  and all around her sunk, dread choked and pillars crumbled.

 

Alexandria’s palm hugged that red grasp; It all crumbled.. The choir’s ceased and the eye stilled, it rolled over itself with an iris new, white and gleaming - The fauna melted away its accursed features and resembled those nostalgic green pastures once more, peace was restored in a blink as fast as it went

 

“The weak deserve strength”

Said the figure who stood the same in those blackened garbs like ink across a canvas, spilled over something beautiful, forever staining it, now something new would have to be made in her wake.

So the Lorraine was signed inverse.

Alexandria would wake soon