It had been a long time since Ezmerel had dreamed, too long ago to remember. No one dreamed anymore. The Empire put things in the food to neutralize such rebellious behavior. Tonight Ezmerel slept with a belly full of fresh, Einsteinian food.
Ezmerel dreamed.
Anger. Running. Running so fast, so far. ANGER. The horizon suddenly rising up, a tsunami of earth rolling, blocking out the sun. Nowhere to run. Turn back. RUN. Fear. Not gonna make it. RUN. The whole Earth shakes, falls from the sky. Buried. Darkness fear fear fear fear
