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Aime knew that this was again another one of her dreams, even though she had never been there before. The terrain looked like a tropical island. There must have been an ocean nearby because, in the last dream, she had been running away from a tidal way flooding in right behind her. These dreams about familiar places that were utterly unfamiliar had been with Aime since her early childhood. This time she knew she wasn’t alone. Someone else was here, but she did not see the other person. For some reason, she knew it was a man, a person really close to her. Together they had reached the mountains while rapidly running away from the tidal wave. The mountain range spread from the coastal area towards the inland. Somewhere in these mountains was a path that they had to find. And they were in a hurry as they had to be at the place they were looking for, before sunset.

A cragged plateau, which looked like it had been cut a little lower than the rest of the mountains, started to appear between the cliffs. The closer they got, the more often they saw the flash as sunrays touched something on the mountain top. There was almost as a gigantic obelisk or a spire-like roof of an Indian temple reaching from the mountain top into the sky. The black, glassy material of the obelisk first seemed to be obsidian, and on top of this, there was the flashing thing catching sun rays. “We must get there before sundown, since the last sunray is reflected back from the top stone in a way that we can see inside it,” Aime heard the voice say in her head. Although she knew it was just a telepathic communication with someone, who does not use vocal speech. She had used it before in her dreams. They were rushing. The sun was setting fast. The unique tower-like construction standing on top a pyramid base was getting closer, she knew that there was something crucially important inside of it. Something she had to get before everything ends. It was put there after the collision of two Moons, the last time the world almost got destroyed. Aime tried to gather all her force to move faster and…woke up.

The collision of two Moons before the world got destroyed. Where did she get that from? Or something that heaves in sight underneath obsidian glass somewhere in the mountains, in the light of the last sunrays, which could save humanity. Yet this dream was so vivid, detailed and for that reason, exciting. Because even if broken down to fantasies, her memory lacked the images necessary to create this kind of world. The knowledge that this dream is happening or happened somewhere in reality, and she does not yet know how it ends made Aime feel unnerving.