Chapter 8:
This is a Dream Right?
Light melds into eyes of blood. Guns of fire, they fly out into the sky. Skies of crimson. Crimson blood. Song of songs. Hands of hands. Masterful masterpiece. A melody of the gods. Confirmation.
Canon.
It shoots.
It scores.
They win.
They lose.
They cry.
They die.
They are.
Them.
What?
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