zakariyahu abdulrasheed
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Arznet's nightmare plunges him into a warped version of his African homeland. The savannah, usually alive with movement and color, is shrouded in an unnatural mist. The trees, once vibrant and full of life, are twisted, their branches reaching out like skeletal hands. In the distance, pale, ghostly figures flit in and out of sight, their forms indistinct and ever-elusive. The dream is eerily silent, the usual symphony of nocturnal animals replaced by an oppressive stillness. Occasionally, the silence is pierced by a distant, mournful wail from an unseen creature, creating a sense of foreboding. Whispers in an ancient, forgotten language swirl around him, carried by the mist, growing louder as he delves deeper into the nightmare.
By zakariyahu abdulrasheed8 days ago in Futurism