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I had a dream. A dark dream. Or rather... a nightmare? But I was not scared. No. I think the dream itself was scared of me. Maybe I was the nightmare giver? I was the opposite of a god. Like the leviathan that the god Yahweh fought, like the primordial fears we cast away every day for a more civilised reality. Surrounded by a Loch that was entombed by fjords and a gothic town spread throughout the hills and mountains. The moon illuminated the night into something magical... and ferocious.