*Crunch... Crunch... Crunch...-* [i]'What an annoying noise.'[/i] One would likely find themselves thinking, their world firstly enveloped by darkness before the company of ominous ambiance consumes their peaceful pondering. Telling's of forward momentum fill the gut as clarity begins growth. This wouldn't have been the first of Anora's familiar dreams, though it is most certainly more vivid than any previous trance. Of course, one must question whether they knew this to be a dream or not in the first place once beginning the immersion to soon be named.

*-Crunch... Crunch... Crunch...-* There was no time for frivolous query, sounds liken to gravel being trod upon once more populate immediate space. Cloth raiment lightly clasping either leg can be faintly recollected between what feel as trained steps inside complete shadow. [i]'I've been traveling awhile, haven't I?'[/i] This question somehow settles inwardly as relevant, yet one could hardly tell how. Strange enough, this wasn't troubling, when on common days it may indicate soreness or lack of rest.

Light suddenly splits the haze of gloom, ebony blankets giving way to vast arrays of profound and mythical hues of red and white. Clearer than ever before would be something of vibrant queerness. Yet, what's strangest of all is the clarity of it. Anora could likely say that this vision was of a deeper reality than her waking life, all five senses feeling stronger than ever observed; perhaps it was some drug to enhance ones perception?

Before her now extends an endless field of white. Speckled pockets of black show her to be ambling across small ivory objects, this indicates her gravel-born steps. Said landscape was flat, it's crumbling surface hardly the first of many remarkable details. Several miles in every direction our landscape would end in spherical fashion, much like a cliff, as if one found themselves standing atop a massive disk-like platform. Of course, this was hardly the most remarkable of things. 

Far away, and surrounding Anora from all angles, would be massive perfectly circular pillars larger than any man-made structure. This wasn't to say these pillars were shrunken by great distance, in fact, they could be tens-of-hundreds of miles away and yet they would appear to swallow entire flanks with their immeasurable girth. All pillars were of the same bleached shade as her current landscape and would each end somewhere far in the sky above. Some were facing straight upwards, others would be skewed and leaning as if somehow pushed partially over. They continued endlessly in number, a sea of these objects being shown to continue onward as an ocean. There was no ground beneath them, we appeared to be far too elevated to observe any such thing as Earth. Perhaps we're at the relative peak of this place?

Regardless, another oddity would be the sky above. It was red, a deep and cloudless red. This didn't at all change the way other colors were perceived, the light above reflecting off objects as our natural Sun's light would. Looking down one might also notice that what they were walking upon wasn't gravel at all, but rather small fragments of assorted bone. Joints, cracked figments, spinal disks, even small human skulls could be spotted in several choice locations. Yet, for some unknown reason, Anora's own body could not be perceived as if it were somehow out of focus with the rest of reality. Her limbs were all unable to be commanded aside from their constant aforementioned pace, somehow continuing against all struggle of will.

*Grooooooom-rumble!* [i]'He's here.'[/i] Anora would find herself thinking as a distant quaking is registered against faint winds and relative silence. Such a thought felt only natural in response to said event.

*BOOM!* A massive human hand nearly dwarfing some of the surrounding pillars would suddenly shoot into the air before Anora's current place of standing several miles in the distance, it's titanic shadow consumes her, an open palm indicating action to soon grasp for any available ledge by slow and labored motion. It's skin ripples during slow descent, small humanoid mouths spewing crimson fluid crack open all across it's exterior surface. This is easily perceived, yet the rest of our gargantuan being remains hidden somewhere below. Danger is felt, flight or fight kicking in as waves of horrific agonized wailing blast Anora backwards. [i]'Shit! If I don't make the first move he'll-...[/i] 

Her eyes would now open in real life, all visions ending completely as if they'd never occurred. Well, perhaps one should say 'as if they weren't [i]currently[/i] occurring'. Either way, another day is to begin. Though, it's likely this day wouldn't be the same as most...

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*Crunch... Crunch... Crunch...* An odd man walks casually about not far from Anora's residence. He's tall, but aside from that and a relatively inspiring physique, there is nothing outwardly remarkable about him. He strides with a slice of pizza in hand, treasuring small bites whilst pacing over dirtied sidewalk. Warm summer air rushes over his casually clothed form, a plain blue button-up matching his faded jeans and tan flip-flops.  

[color=6ecff6]"I'm always given faith in man by how they keep creating this-...uhmm... what are they calling it this time...?"[/color] He continues walking, munching for several seconds whilst pondering over endless memory. 
[color=6ecff6]"PIZZA! They call it pizza this time around."[/color] Our same man nods in affirmation of greatness towards himself once blurting this aloud. He attracts several stares from those walking about during their typical affairs, but, it's not as if he's entirely out of the ordinary. Yes, for this man and 'most everyone else' in this town, it's just another average day. 

Regrettably, it's only 'most everyone else'. There's three sets of eyes and two sets of ears observing him, and none are going to stand idle in this day and age. In fact, they're likely to take drastic action soon with their other physical facilities soon. Of course, this doesn't mean they aren't hunting one supposedly 'minor threat' first. One can only hope she's prepared for whats to come...