TALES FROM THE BOOK OF DREAMS
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Segment 1
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He ascended.
Higher, and higher, to the peak - the very top of this colossal structure.
Others would not be willing to make this endeavor, but the plan had been constructed with such care that he could not be the catalyst for its failure. How many lives depended on his mission? Untold, if the winds were to turn. The plan would be irrevocably altered and beyond repair; ruin would fall to the entire world if the entire plan were to be interrupted.
But such an upset could not cause this. He thought as he climbed. He knows exactly what he is doing; would he do it if he did not?
At the peak, the ladder carrying him ever upward suddenly ended, forcing him to ascend by proper means of bipedal propulsion. This was not something he was very accustomed to, but those little graces he had been given in life were due entirely unto his unseen master - and he would repay his debt to him in earnest.
Arriving at the top, he ceased walking forward to look down at the source of his efforts, the cause of this endeavor. A crack - a small, barely discernable crack in the otherwise completely smooth white surface. This would not be anything more than an inconvenience were it not for the purpose of the structure being to detonate a nuclear bomb.
Calmly, he retrieved from the pocket of the uniform he wore a small package with gold lettering, which he opened, removing the brick-like contents from within, and carefully breaking it apart and crushing it into the break in the structure. After a few handfuls were smashed into place, it completely sealed the area. Next came a sheet of sandpaper, which ran over the uneven surface until it was perfectly smooth. And finally, white paint was lathered on until it was indiscernable from the rest of the structure - at a great distance, that is.
Orange lights suddenly appeared from the figure’s mask - an Akaku, a design outlawed due to Ghid’s ability to see through the structure. He was doing that now, the ignoble fiend, trapped behind a wall of darkness miles from civilization, viewing the handiwork of the man atop the dome. The lights shortly flicker out after taking in all the available information, and as if on queue, the large structure begins to creak, signifying it is unsafe to traverse across it any longer.
The distant squeals of a train catch his ear. A black locomotive was pulling up to the station directly outside the structure the figure stood upon. This was the party, the mission, and the plan set into motion. Standing upright, he let go of the foil wrapper the brick had arrived in, the gold letters reading ‘RAMEN ROYAL’.
There came a snap from the figure, then again, then once more, and he was gone.
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