The other night, I dreamt that I was in the centre of a cyclone.
Shielding my face as best as I can, I stared up into the sky. Giant white clouds swirl like a spiralling galaxy above me; the eye a tiny dark speck.
It consumed me and I felt my mind taken, memories flooding my thoughts.
The storm rages, throwing out bloody rain like punches.
The wind was so vicious it teared my clothes, cut my skin and almost overturned my basin of grog. Damn!
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