I dream of the dragon. It rises when I sleep, trumpeting the beginning of the end.
Work seems pointless when the future is so dark but what else can I do. Ella, my wife, has started to see the cracks. I'm showing the strain. I see her worried eyes when I pour just one more drink, trying to dull the vivid memories of my visions.
I see the bleak future, what will become of the human race. I see what rises from the depths.
I dream of the dragon and the dragon knows. The dragon waits and dreams of me.