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Hathor continued to have dreams throughout the week, much to her dismay. Each was different but always included that infamous silhouette and red flash. And each day, she saw an increased amount of people wearing red garments across the city. It was as if her sense of sight became more aware of the colour red. A colour that tingled Hathor's nerves. A colour that made her spine chill and the hairs on her body stand up. A colour that she would never see the same again. A colour that she truly hated.
Wednesday was the worst. It was as if the universe was trying to anger her and make everyone wear red. Hathor's senses sparked to life and she watchful. Her breaths became short and snappy as each person passed her on the busy street with a red ornament caressing their body. It started off as two, then multiplied quickly. Dresses, skirts, jewellery, shoes, hair accessories. Everything. People were all wearing red. Maybe red was in this year? Hathor hoped it wasn't a sign from above, she hoped it was just a style choice. Even a coincidence would be fine with Hathor. But her gut told her it wasn't.
As thousands of people passed her, Hathor felt alone. She felt enclosed in a bubble of her own anxiety. Was the colour red really that powerful? Hathor took a seat on the ground beside a building, thousands of people passed and no one noticed her.
Her thoughts were rushed. Nerves wracked her body, leaving her defenceless in the hands of herself. Hathor felt as though she was spinning. A sense of vertigo washed over her, as though her life was spiralling and flashing before her eyes. Her breath became unstable and she was starting to see black. Black dots were everywhere. Covering her beautiful life with a dull, scary barrier. They separated the mark of reality and insanity to Hathor and really messed with her thoughts. "Breathe," she encouraged. Everything will be okay, she was trying to sooth herself. She had to snap herself out of these thoughts, otherwise people would start to truly think that she was crazy. To moral standards, was she crazy?
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Dreams
Short Story21st Century Earth destroyed themselves. Civilisation ran themselves thin with destructive World War Three, leaving little life upon Earth. Those left restarted and rebuilt. However, with so much destruction, their lives did not change much. Althoug...
