A reminder of older times

Seeing this man, who seems to be coming your way, you have an instantaneous flashback from a time that had no end ... only a divergence. You remember seeing someone with an older woman, not quite sure who she could be ... but she seems to talking to the men in white robes. She seems to be in shock or in fear, but you can't remember why.

Again the image flashes before your eyes, this time seeming closer to your understanding, but still somehow beyond your comprehension ... and yet again the image fades ... like the last time you tried to remember what had happened. The third time comes and goes, and somehow you can see an image of someone familar to you. But you just can't seem to place it ... "No, not again!", you yell ... but your cry, if anyone heard it at all, seems to fall on deaf ears.

Still the image comes, again and again, and you start to feel uncomfortable about these dreams ... visions ... histories ... but never thinking more of them than as recurrences of seemingly countless nightmares ...

Suddenly you wake from the endless instant, your frustration, confusion and anger uniting to send you hurtling at the white-robed man ...

Written by Ommnie (edited by wanderer)

Wank me off

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