I float in a dream that quickly turned from Dream to Nightmare.
The Dead had risen and No-One was prepared. Not even those who said they were. Mothers turned on children and children on Adults. Friend on Foe and Brother on Brother. I had fallen from the sky and from the sky I returned. Nothing made sense. Then Everything. Dark to Light, Heat to Cold, everything changed but remained the same.
I think therefore I am.
What am I?
Open your eyes and seize the truth. I do but it's all still there. The nightmare continues with fear sharp as knives yet blunt as butter. They can't touch me. I run like the wolves that Haunt the forest. See the wolf's-tooth grin. You ask me what I am and I am thus. The dream blends into memory and memory to dream. Seize the day but what's to seize? Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee.
I try to see but it's too deep. I must jump in. It all slowly fades away to the nothing it all came from…