It was a night or two ago, so I've lost quite a bit of it. But I dreamt a rather elaborate dream that morning of 4th of July, well at least according to my memory.
I was on another planet, residing in a human civilization freshly implanted there for testing the planet's conditions. It was no where near as glamorous as Avatar, and the planet was rather similar to ours perhaps slightly duller, lots of greys, browns, a few greens. Maybe it was the constant dull weather. There was a lot of rust too. Rusting buildings and corridors and hallways.
In a forest, I encountered three behemoths of epic size and majesty. Giants, they were in were a mass of element; be it wind, water, and fire. They bore a head similar to a fox, elongated snouts and slivers of eyes. The wind travelled between the water and fire, turning black from ash by the fire then turning grey from ice and steam let of by the water.
The most vivid detail I remember is how the giant fire creature moved. It hardly moved like fire, quick and erratic. But like a viscous liquid, slow and deliberate as the trees it passed through burned and blackened.
Like thick honey, it burned.
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