In my siesta, I dreamt the most peculiar and uncanny dream.
Everything was in chaos, everything was a commotion and in a state of pandemonium. Screams, shouts, shrieks, cries of pain, fire, bodies, destroyed buildings and castle, people running anyhow everywhere screaming for their lives, children crying for their dead or lost parents… everything traumatized me. The night sky was filled with smoke and dust. The ground was blood red; it was like a red carpet had been spread all over the city. I could see that the city was once a beautiful one with lovely people but it was now being ravaged by war. An atypical sight attracted my gaze, beings I thought they never existed spread and scattered around creating havoc and destruction. The city was defenseless and weak against them.
Purple dres
