I had a dream last night where the world was ending, this time through a flood. As the water climbed higher, and as we tried to escape how icy it was, we eventually reached the terminal point, a wooden balcony atop a large station, and after that, there would be nowhere else to go. As I and many other strangers accepted our fate, the water ceased rising, and the world darkened slightly. Off in the distance, credits played over the blue sky like it was a movie screen, and soft, tinny trumpets echoed around us.
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