“I pace back and forth unsure of what to do, everything is beginning to fall apart and I have no way of stopping it. It's dragging me under, deeper and deeper until I can no longer breathe. I claw at my throat willing it to allow oxygen back into my lungs yet nothing is happening and the world is beginning to fade to black. I don't know what is on the other side of the darkness, and I'm not so sure that I want to find out.
Something in the dark is calling my name, and beckoning me to come closer. I try to resist but its voice pulls me along past all of the tortured souls that came before me. In this nightmare there is a beauty that is beyond words. Just thinking this makes me sick. I know that nothing good ever happens here, and that the beauty I see is twisted and malevolent. Maybe at one time it was genuine and healing, but now all that it does is destroy. Destroying everything in its path in order to achieve what it wants. The only reason I see this side of the nightmare is because this thing, this being wants me to see it. I'm a puppet being pulled on strings with no control over what I am doing, and it's infuriating. It's like being smothered but far worse.
I wish to scream and beg to be let go, but it's as if my lips are sewn shut and all that I can do is whimper. Slowly I am losing the will and the strength to fight back, and that is exactly what it wants. So that it can pounce and then devour me, slowly, for it will take pleasure in consuming me. Stripping me down until there is nothing left but bone, bleached white bone.
It's obvious that I am coming so very close to making it to my destination. For now all that I can see are the ragged, decaying corpses of those who had so recently fallen prey. I advert my eyes, pushing back the bile. This scene no longer one of beauty, grace and elegance but of filth plain and simple. This thing, this being no longer cares if I see all of the horrible things that it has done, for it has brought me to my knees, its goal from the start. I can no longer fight, I've used all of the strength that I possess. So in the end I give myself up, not knowing what this means for myself. It could simply be that I no longer exit, disappearing into an empty void, or that I live out my life, in agony for eternity. "
Snapping out of the vision I look around to see if anyone had noticed what had just happened: my blank stare, glazed over eyes. Noticing no unwanted attention I look down as what I had drawn while in the vision, “A garden, with beautiful rose bushes of varying colors, standing at about six feet in height. Nothing like the faces of the tortured and damned, yet I could remember that I had seen the horror that had been buried beneath this facade. In the middle of all of this stood a man farther in the distance, yet still clearly defined. This man had the look of someone that had seen many hardships. His eyes speaking volumes in which his sorrow is portrayed and of the endless love and passion that they once held. Hardships conquered but whether changed for the better or for the worst is undetermined. In the depths of his emerald eyes also lies hidden secrets that had never passed from his lips and had eaten him up inside, twisting and morphing him. Turning him into a man that takes pleasure in consuming the flesh of those that he finds captivating. Yet to the eye, he appears as if he were an angel, a golden light silhouetting his body, casting shadows over his face. Just the right amount of light so that one can seeing his stunning smile and emerald eyes. One can lose themselves in the depths of his eyes, losing sight of themselves. "