• Dreamscapes collide, violently clashing. Electricity arcs, lightening in the air. Storm clouds churn overhead, as branches snap in the wind. His eyes flash brightly as the blue tinged light fills up the sky. My heart races, like the swirling waters of the raging river below. The wind whips me around, at the edge of the falls, all I can hear is pounding in my ears. He stands back from the edge, his eyes burning into mine. My only thought is Love, as the wind throws me violently over the edge. I close my eyes on his pale face, and welcome the darkness....

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