You open your eyes to find yourself kneeling in the middle of a busy street. The swiftly floating sky seems almost gray, the bustling crowded street is buzzing with people from all walks of life, surely a sight you had never expected to see.
Suddenly a fight breaks out a short distance away, but it is not long before it spreads to every corner of your sight. Men, dwarves & elves of all kinds brutally slaying each other. Alls you can do is stand there, mouth in a silent scream, eyes flooding with tears, until silence.
All of them, dead & covered in each others blood. You turn in a circle to bear witness to the carnage only to stop, starring at a smirking man bedressed in finery of many cultures.
In a sudden burst of motion you charge the statuesque man, your sword drawn aflame. As you rush onward the sun falls behind him casting a long shadow that stretches over you. As the sun sets lighting the sky in brilliant hues of orange revealing the man to be a tapered square tower and the city around crumbled into overgrown ruins.
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yeah, tears of joy bitch!