Hot! — Rwayt Asy Alhjran

I saw the moon split into two rivers. One river flowed milk. The other flowed blood. Between them stood a figure cloaked in sand. It had no face, only a thousand shifting masks. It spoke with the voice of every person I had lost.

If you are experiencing persistent intrusive visions of abandonment, consider speaking with a mental health professional. You do not have to endure the vision alone. rwayt asy alhjran