Journal Entry 61 - May 24th, 1890
The dream came to me again. As before, the stone fortress loomed over the summit of the mountain, and beyond the walls, the tower pierced the veil of clouds. But after the ghastly screams arose, I saw fire and debris fall from the many monoliths. The shadowy arachnids scurried towards me—and I struggled to hide. As they galloped faster with their eight legs, I realize how horrendous these beings truly were. And there was nothing I could do to save myself from their imminent wrath. But rather than even acknowledge my presence, they fled on into the lightless forest. Upon awakening from this dream, I realized they were never after me; rather, they were in retreat. And their cries were that of a lost war.
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