A Vision

I had a … vision. Or really, a series of visions.

What did you see?

It was the near future. I never knew the date. Something terrible had happened. It was perpetually dark. Like perma-twilight. And it was so heavy. Like gravity had been turned up. Doing the simplest thing cost such effort. And everything was muffled and distant. There was this terrible disconnection. If you shouted, you wouldn’t be heard. If you cried out, no one would hear you.

There were all these imagines – very brief. People running for their lives, with their children. And then there were these fake people: like robots, but flesh and blood … Wraps, they were called. I don’t know how I knew that. And the wraps were possessed. They were Inhabited by … demons. Like, evil spirits,  seeking embodiment.

I looked in books – familiar books – but couldn’t understand them. All the words were corrupted. I listened to music – music I used to know. And all I heard were terrible tones.

There were these time loops. That people got stuck in. Repetitive behaviours. Just lopping round and round … And the weirdest thing was that you couldn’t die. Like, if you died, you’d just come back to life.