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The sky is dark and gloomy. The birds are silent while the stream gurgles quietly nearby. What is going on? I look at the sky and see a huge, eerie moon glaring at me, sending spooks down my back. The world trembles beneath me as if it itself is awaiting its doom. I then see a stampede coming straight at me. What is the point, though? Do they want to stall their inevitable doom for only a few seconds? Do they need to prepare for the worst? Or is it instinctual, beyond their control? I see some others stare at the sky, knowing that no matter what, their world will be gone. One is even strumming his guitar, playing his last song while the disaster looms. Everything seems surreal, nevertheless. The world continues shaking. And then, somebody far, far away plays the Song of Time.

Description
The sky is dark and gloomy. The birds are silent while the stream gurgles quietly nearby. What is going on? I look at the sky and see a huge, eerie moon glaring at me, sending spooks down my back. The world trembles beneath me as if it itself is awaiting its doom. I then see a stampede coming straight at me. What is the point, though? Do they want to stall their inevitable doom for only a few seconds? Do they need to prepare for the worst? Or is it instinctual, beyond their control? I see some others stare at the sky, knowing that no matter what, their world will be gone. One is even strumming his guitar, playing his last song while the disaster looms. Everything seems surreal, nevertheless. The world continues shaking. And then, somebody far, far away plays the Song of Time.