I dreamt I stood on the top of a thick stone slab. That wavered as I stood upon it. It overlooked the deepest chasm. And the red of the rock beneath my feet was like the skin of the devil against the black of the gaping mouth below. As I walked along the scarlet sandstone, it tipped and gave way. And my body was flung like a doll into the empty space below.
Perhaps rock is not the best foundation.
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