Small silken beads of red, welled slightly higher then my skin. Deep within the crevice of red, a canyon of rapid, wild rivers flow. Cliffs, sharp and steep encompass my being. Shallow skies above me darken. Fire rapidly flowing inside the walls of desperation. Claws reaching inside my soul tearing me into pieces. Destroying every inch of my existence. Trying hard to hang onto the cliff, my muscles ache, my fingers bleed red ink. Slipping into fire, my soul screams, my body burns, my muscles release, and I wake.
