It's
getting closer now. I can feel it. Hands trembling as they clutched a
repulsor and boomerang. A dark shadow looms over me, prepared to
kill. But where is the creature? Sand blurs to create a distinct
shape. A gaping maw, pooling blood over the solidified mud, the earth
poisoned a vivid red. No teeth at all. Spines, yes. No teeth.
Protuberances hang down from its lips, dripping gently onto its lower
lip. Inside its oral cavern--death. Bones and tissue and armor. And
perched atop it all... I moan and retch on a rock, but nothing
comes out. I feel my mouth burn as a thin column of steam hisses from
it. The screamer is approaching now... But no... The
mask of my dear departed love, Idris, no longer a Ga-Matoran mask,
atop the mound secreting from the screamer's body. I wait for hours
until I hear a small voice in my head and I know it is my
conscience.
The creature
isn't moving--it it gathering its wits.
Jump...
I
hurl myself into the screamer's vast maw. I wait for the spines to
come down, but they never come. Clutching the mask of my departed
love one more time, I hurl myself on the spine, impaling myself right
through the receptor. The world is blacking out... But
no... I see a glint of white. A snowflake? No... not here... I
reach out a feeble hand to catch it. No... a face. A Matoran
face dissolving from the darkness. I am no longer in the creature's
maw, but in a sunlit room. "So, do you want to talk about
your dream, Sarda?"
