by Jacek Wilkos
I dreamed about this horrible city again. I was surrounded by monstrous structures of strange shapes and impossible angles, glowing with faint greenish light. The carvings covering them portrayed bizarre symbols and creatures. I ran through this maze of distorted reality, unable to determine directions. I felt great evil, chaos crawling from every corner.
Far off, I saw a rectangle of warm white light. I ran towards it.
I woke up. I made it; I was safe. The nightmare was over.
The darkness in the room twitched. Something else got out of the dream. It enveloped me.
There’s no escape.