Sat my muse down and tied him up… I swear this jester is up to no good!! Told him about my nightmare last night… Of how the boogieman came and ransacked my head. The boogieman stole my dreams and planted new demons… Then he watched those little minions grow a foot a second. “Where were YOU when all this happened??!!” I demanded.

My muse laughed so hard, his eyes teared up and all he could say was how my nightmare reminded him of his own.

He told me how the flood first came and swept everything under a watery carpet as far as the eye can see. It seemed like the clouds opened up and an ocean fell from the sky… Teal blue metal and liquid mercury mixed together to cover the earth.

Then his eyes glazed over and went all black… Bloody tears streamed like rivers down his pale, shrunken cheeks.

“… those people were overjoyed; they took to their boats…

I thought it less like a lake and more like a moat…

…the rhythm of my footsteps crossing flood lands to your door have been silenced forever more….

…the distance is quite simply much too far for me to row…

….it seems farther than ever before…oh no!!!” he whispered.

Okay, mate… That kinda creeped me out a little..

The beast was here all along…

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