It is hard to see through the haze of blood red mist obscuring reality. They say I am dreamy, Looney, but what I see through the blood red mist is real. The sickening creatures that watch me, follow me, waiting to trap me, claim me. I have seen it before. Before the blood red mist made everything hazy. I watched them devour her. They took my fathers sanity and left us both alone. They made us see the truth. The truth my father could not handle. The crystal cold reality that comes in and out of focus bursting through the veil of red. No one wants to see that crystal cold reality, they can't even see the veil. So they laugh. I can see what others cant and they hate me for that. They are afraid.
Just a little random drabble. I have always loved thinking about what could be going through Luna's mind. Please review