I see the sky turn dark and the moon is rising on the western horizon.
There are two flags, one is black, the other a shade of blue-green. It
was flying against each other, and the black was torn into pieces.
I
see flames shooting out from someone else's palms, and the other pair
of hands I see has ice shooting out. I did not see who they were, all I
know, was that I was hit by the ice and the hands whose palms were
shooting flames, carried me up to the skies and kissed me. I woke up to…
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