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Photasm

Daylight streams in past your eyelids as you slowly awaken.

You feel warmth on your face, the warmth of a summer day.

Slowly, as you regain conciousness, your nose is filled with the wonderful scent of a thousand wild flowers.

You open your eyes. You are on a hill which overlooks a small village. As you regain your senses you begin to hear a faint sound, as if from far away.

Yes, yes, the sound is coming from the town. You realize that the sound you hear is screaming; the people in the town are screaming.

You strain to see what is happening. You eyes clear and you finally see the horror that has engulfed the town. The horror that is making its way toward you. A horror so unspeakable that it chokes-off your screams before they can leave your throat. All you can do is stare. silently, as it moves toward you.

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