IN DREAMING
Darkness. It is so dark, dense, nearly suffocating. You struggle to move, and your body will not humor you. You go to cry out, and your voice cannot be found. It is all lost within this darkness, neither cold nor warm, just empty. Vacant of anything, everything. You think you hear the softest of whispers before a voice startles you, deep and alluring. A voice that stirs you to your core.
" It began in the darkness before time. The Maker always created, The Destroyer always abolished. Great beings, they are rival brothers. Eternally at war...
Eventually, The Maker created the world and kept h