Sweat rolled down on the side of her left side, and the sun rays from behind the curtains shone on her green eyes. Her hair shimmered like a black gem, but the horror was visible on her face. A dream? Surely, they don't feel this real. Her mind snapped back to her senses when a stinging pain spread all over her head, to which she let out a groan, covering her eyes from the sun. the sun that shined so brightly, when the day had just begun.

She laid there for a good while, before her final conclusion led her to get up. Stretching, and yawning, she started her day with a shake of her head, dusting away the dream, for it was normal to have nightmares. Thinking it was like every other dream, her day went by, before she was back at her bed. 

“It's just a dream.”

She consoled herself, but for some reason, she couldn't shake off the fact that it felt real. As though it was more than a dream, as though she had seen it happen somewhere. She didn't know when her eyes closed, or when she fell deep into sleep once more,  but it was back to the same old place. The nightmares, they had begun.

The world was on fire, from the scorching ashes of the sun falling down like meteorites. The stars weeped, and the blood flowed like rivers and seas. The homes, the children, the women, the men, all on the ground, on fire that went so high,  that the red flames reached to the sky. As if the sun was melting like liquid down to the ground, it set the land ablaze. It burned down everything it touched, and the people cried, begging for mercy. They cried and they screamed, they yearned and they burned away right in front of her, all while kneeling in front of her. They knelt, and they begged her to save them. 

“Save us, have mercy”

They spoke in sync, while the children inside the wombs of a thousand mothers cried, hearts sank and souls burned. Why were they asking her to save them? The view terrified her, and it made her tremble. Her hands were shaking, and her heart was beating. The light was too bright, and she could feel blood pouring down from her head once more. 

The sight of her hands shrank her pupils, with the fatigue of her exhausted body running down on her, made her cover her ears as she tried to run away from the voices of the people that called for her. They were dying, but she was alive. They were burning, but her body felt cold. Moreover, her hands refused to move, to cover her ears, and her head didn't budge to look away from the people. The people she looked down on.