Abandoned House, Shining Armour. As things get forgotten, so they are left without care. Memories that aren't well polished do not fade away, at least not quickly, but they do rust.
Creeping Rust, Rising Mists. You are walking in a dream realm, or so it Feels, or so you Think. You are lost, but happy, surrounded by mists, not knowing where you came from and where you're headed. You are alone in the dream, but Dream is no longer alone.
Faltering Mists, Shining Knight. Will'o'the'wisp are calling, the abandoned shall not let you go, happy to comply you walk within the mists, longing to stay, you now know the folly it was not to care for your Dream, not keeping It happy, for Dream will make you happy, so happy.
Rustling Cloak, The Cavalry Arrives. The Shining Knight, Dream's Shining Knight stands in your path. It will save you, Dream will save you from Dream. The Knight's armour is now a rag, filled with holes. Your Dream will save you and keep you forever not happy. The Knight draws its rusty sword. The Shining Scythe.
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The image used is Las bodas de Tetis y Peleo (Golden Apple of Discord), by Jacob Jordaens, 1633, and is public domain.
© Guy Shalev 2003.