"Good day."
"How are you?"
The routine, the normal is humanities trap. We are all trapped in our heads. Unable to see the monsters stalking about.
And yet I see - the faces that exude the ancient horror.
They have their roles, and I shall assume my role of destruction.
50 words.
This is my entry for the dreams & nightmares theme.
I'm not gonna tell you, how to interpret it, but it's loosely based on a nightmare I once had.
