In the dream he swims through the sandy dunes of the old world. The sands shift slightly as the comes up for breath and a plume erupts into the air startling the small creatures that inhabit the White Dune Sea. He is Bismark the Dune Whale All Sands Part Before Him. He picks up speed faster and faster his heart beats excitedly. He launches himself far into the air and trumpets joyously. The sand cascades off him pouring back into the endless sea of sand. His majestic sounds echo across the land. He revels as the sand slides across his form. He is home.
Wake up. . . .
Painful jolts course through his massive form
Wake up . . .
His eyes crack open in the sandless dark capsule. They are dry and bleeding
More jolts
He struggles to break free. Everything shakes violently
I want to be free he screams at the void
I want to go home
At least let me sleep
He struggles again against the thousands of cables that sap his energy. They need more power. The jolts intensify. He struggles and struggles. Eventually they are sated and he starts to drift off.
He starts to dream again.
Help He hears a faint voice say His eyes swivel open
He hasn't heard a child of the moon in ages. Her voice sounds weak across the aether
Help Us. . .
Come to our aid . . .
You are needed . . .
He is being "Called". He struggles with all his might. Useless he thinks as he slumps with defeat. All hope seems lost. He feels something run over his eye. A small stream of sand trickles across it. The voice is stronger now
Help us and then . . . and then you will be free
His trumpet echoes through the belly of the world ship.
This time . . .
This time I will not give up . . .
Just a nobody playing something epic
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Yes, they're sharing a drink they call loneliness But it's better then drinking alone
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Sometimes you find something that you want to hold on to and never let go.
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