Oh damn, the war is coming...

[shinga]

They were all there. Will, close friends, lovers both past and present... we were all trapped. I don't know what the enemy was, I guess it doesn't matter. What mattered is that they were in danger. I was too, but that never seemed to bother me much. Whatever the enemy was came from the sky, the only way to make sure we were safe was to cover the city in a giant dome. And for some fucking reason, I controlled that dome. I don't know if it was magic... it probably was. I would walk outside when I felt weak, soaked in power from the moon. My eyes would glow and I could power the dome and keep us all safe. But it was draining... I became weak, I lost my hair. But I never told anyone what was happening. They knew we were all protected by the dome, they knew it sometimes grew weak or even vanished, but it always came back. They knew I was weaker by the day but I refused to tell them I was the one who created and maintained their protection. I think later in the dream they figured it out - maybe one of them saw my eyes. They were frustrated. Told me I would die if I kept this up, told me it wasn't worth it. I argued. I had to protect them all. Right before I woke up they stood around me, Will held my hand, looked me in the eyes... "don't do this alone".

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Subtle, brain. Reeeeally subtle.