And so, after been paddling though that swampy morass, I’m somehow mooring at this shore full of debris and calcified excrement, and, after put my feet in "solid" land, there I go, already advancing in between a series of collapsed buildings, getting surrounded by rubble of all sorts, and then, even paying attention to these pieces of broken machinery actually hanging from this and that broken wall on my sides... plus, small fires, smokes... and amidst all this, actually, there are no people to be seen, anywhere, only worms, let’s say, huge worms actually turning around the scattered the pieces of junk… and well, as I keep advancing in between these crashed building with doors and windows actually balancing with the wind… some cracking, squeaking... I actually go under these piles of rubble, this is, along tunnels beneath this demolished city, and so, as I actually advance through these tunnels, I also come to pass some piles of bones, plus the remains of some more crashed machinery, and also, what looks like some sort of very fat eels, this is, their bodies covered with bubbling pimples, actually emitting this crying sound that I can’t stand, and so, there I go, quickly coming back to the surface, and thus, in the meanwhile, here I’m, at this large square actually surrounded by some kind of huge statues without head, plus some imposing buildings actually supported by thick columns, some broken, others intact, plus, and, well, as I look at it, it seems that these should have been governmental buildings, or something like that, therefore, there I go, already entering inside one of them, I mean, the bigger one, and then, after going up some kind of stairs, as I wander through some of those/these cracked halls with pictures of crowned man and crowned women on the walls, I end up reaching some kind of offices full of papers, this is, some of them teared off, others intact, and thus, in the meanwhile, there I go, rolling over all these papers, and, as it goes, I actually pick some of these papers, I mean, I try to study them, but, I actually can’t really understand their scripts, but, there are also a lot of symbols and graphics on them, and so, as I look at it, I come to see what looks like family trees showing up the genealogical evolution of certain characters through the centuries, through the millenniums, this is, their energy load, mathematical equations expressing what looks like the relation between their love life and their professional careers, and then, well, I just leave this room and come back to the halls with pictures of crowned men, crowned women, crowned animals, naked, and, as I go through it, at some point, I begin hearing a tangle of noises, beeps and knocks, this is, a wild melange of strange languages, and also, some kind of robotic chants, and well, as it goes, at some point, I’m actually getting inside this big room from where all that noise are/were apparently coming, this is, a big lounge room lined up with television screens now showing off flashing images of the war of the worlds, this is, on this screen we can see, missiles crossing the sky, heavy artillery on the earth, big explosions happening here and there, groups soldiers getting dispersed, buildings crumbling, people running away, and while they run, they are actually eating their heads on the way, and then, there are also some sort of spaceships landing on the earth, and as it goes, I also come to see, human-like machines fighting strange creatures with many arms, and many legs, and many eyes, and then, their guts being sucked by electronic larvae, and, say, in the meanwhile, as I touch one of this semi-broken computer screens, a big one, actually, the tentacles of one of these extraterrestrial animal-like creatures are, like, coming out of the screen, as if, trying to touch me, or, trying to pull me inside the screens, and, as this happens, I’m in fact standing back, this is, instantly moving away from it, and then, there I go, already running through the presidential halls with abstract paintings on the walls, and so, as I make my way out from this place, again, I’m actually passing huge worms slipping around, being chased by wasps letting out some sort of smoke, and, as I look up, again, I see that clouds filled up with these images of the wars of the worlds, this is, the same images I have also seen on that screens inside that crashed governmental building, and, in the meanwhile, these images are actually falling over the earth, over this city, apparently on my side, and, as this happens, I just remember that dream from where I came from, this is, a dream where I see myself actually running through the desert, advancing on the top of some dunes, and, while running, I’m actually watching the sky falling over, this is, getting closer and closer, and then, as my body and mind is being hit by all that clouds full of radiations and stuff, my soul and spirit is actually being suck by it.
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