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He looked out across black rolling hills of a valley and then up at the even blacker sky. The thunderheads, deep in color and pregnant, moved across the dusky sky like warships on dark, still water. Small flashes of lightning struck sporadically across the landscape, brief and dull. The wind was panicked and its low whine began to howl and the grass on the hill shook violently with it. A formless leviathan swept down from above the clouds. The beast was faceless and shrouded in mist; two small slits, a mockery of eyes, were on either side of its head, but they were a dull blue and blind. It was terrifying in its simplicity, like an idiot worm of ignorance performing its natural purpose as a machine of death. The cracked scales that ran along its slivering body were the color of bone. This was evil.
He turned his head away from the monster and saw a tree stark in the valley, far off beyond the storm. Its trunk was fat and its leaves were healthy. It lay golden in the tall grass of the field. Coiled around the tree was a beast not unlike a dragon, with scales of glowing emerald green. A mane of golden hair ran along its face like an ancient beard, and the same for its curling tail. Sharp teeth protruded from its dog-like snout. The antlers atop its head stood tall and white and its eyes burned with crimson red. This was good.
He raced towards the edenic scene madly, but his legs grew heavy and his stride grew slower and slower until he sunk down and down below the tall grass and before the ground swallowed him he saw the eye of the leviathan as it came towards him. The blind eye was shrouded in a ghastly white membrane, half-translucent and dripping. He imagined and wanted the crimson eye of the fairer beast but he was swallowed by the hole and then he was dead.