You stand in a pale gold field, the sun rains down your back as you stand in the middle of a field you tense as you realize that the field you are in is made off the abominable wheat . As this terrifying realization hits, you panic. But before you can run a ring of grey columns of smoke rise to the sky as they take on the shape of implements of torture to awful to name. you cower in the center of the ring. Y They fall in to the shapes of great dogs, wolves. They circle around you as the fields of wheat and wheat by products push towards you, as the smoke born shapes begin to stop and stare at you as if to take you and destroy you. You know that you are not your own person. that they have taken your mind, your name and everything about you that there is as you sink through the soil of the wheat field you try to run, but your legs are trapped by the soil and you being sucked it to the dirt tugged by the roots of the demonic grain. As the ephemeral figures run forward to push you further into the soil. You scream again and again but soon your mouth is filled with soil as you are torn down and pulled out of the dirt celling. You fall in to a dark chamber as the horrible blackness is pierced by many, many eyes. You are in their grip. They tear your soul from your chest and take your name you have no name no, you. As everything you know and love is taken by those you hate to be twisted and corrupted. As your very I identity is torn from you only to be vindicated by the fiery consumption of the earth by the sun billions of years form the cause of the huge rift in your life that tore you into tiny pieces.
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