Anakin's DreamIt’s not often that I dream anymore. Nights often pass sleepless for me, but when I do find rest, nightmares plague me.More Like This
Tonight I found myself on a great metal platform, high above what appeared to be a landscape of fire.
Windblown ash teases the edge of my cloak, whispering promises already broken.
Silently I watch the cascades of molten sorrows ebb and flow around me, the heat not affecting me in the least, that is, until a voice breaks the silence.
“You ruined everything.”
Finding myself not alone in this smoldering world, I turn. Before me I see a pale figure, like a specter risen from the cinders of my heart. Though of humble stature, his blue eyes burn, moreso than any ember from below.
Unable to escape that soul-searing gaze, I swallow thickly, before the figure comes near, his hair flickering with the amber light of the flames that surround us.
The young one now questions, now merely feet away. Now I am able to see beyond the