His presence gives me a sense of dread. All of the shadows turn what would be their heads to look at him as they take flight to his lead, following him like a king, but he is not the King. He is the evil invader. Before me, the land seems to go on. Cities of wealth with food piled high into the sky. Everything is enveloped in flashing blue light. Abruptly, a horrendous vision blazes over top of the seeming illusions of beauty. Everything swiftly explodes into mounds of rotted garbage, decaying and destroyed. Everything is dead. The food is putrefied and decomposed. The evil invader is no longer beautiful and full of glory. He is left broken, horrid, and more horrific than any nightmare I have ever seen. I can taste the scream of horror in my mouth. My breath is caught within my chest. I feel like I am suffocating. I cannot make a sound. Ringing echoes loudly in my ears. I hear screaming. I hear moaning. I hear anguish, and I am trapped
