"Remembrance in the Night: The Tale of His Grace, the Throne and his wrath" Chapter 2: Exolvuntur

For behold, (H)he will come in fire and (H)his chariots like the whirlwind, to render (H)his anger with fury, And (H)his rebuke with flames of fire. For (H)he will execute judgment by fire And by (H)his sword on all flesh, and those slain by (H)him will be many.

It felt like I had descended from the skies.

Man. The fallen angel.

The first thing that caught my ears, was tranquility. Coupled with the sound of the grass brushing against each other in the breezy wind.

My soul lost, and my body separated. What remained was a sense of immense peace.

My eyes turned upwards. And I looked, to witness a radiant light blue that covered the entire sky all the way to the horizon as the sun towered high above my head, expressing a color mixture of somewhat white and yellow as its rays radiated out and through the sky. I looked down. The soil, its surface uneven, rich in dark brown, and on it grew the greenest grass and the richest streams of glistening water.

My eyes gazed afar. From what I could tell, there was no unevenness in the landscape. It was just... grass.

And then I saw a dot. I squinted my eyes. It was unclear what it was. I took a step forward. For some reason, I could feel the leaves prick against my foot. I looked down. I was barefooted. And as soon as my foot made contact with the grass, I saw one of the leaves start to shrivel.

And turn black.

And one by one, each leave started to absorb this black coloring, much like how a tissue paper slowly absorbs colored water. All of a sudden, a mighty gush of wind blew from behind, knocking me off balance. My heart skipped a beat as I stretched my hands out. I landed on all fours. And as I did so, the soil below my palms started to turn black as well, as if I was the one doing it. Then the whole area under me was black. The radius of the blackened area expanded rapidly, and the grass around it fell victim to it as well. It then reached the streams, transforming it into rivers of soot-like liquid.

Then a large grey shadow eclipsed the part of the sky I was under. I looked up, and it was a cloud. Then another cloud. And another. One by one, clouds started to gather together, invading the blue space once taken by the skies. The sun tried hard to force a few more of its beams of light through gaps between the clouds but to no avail.

The warmth radiated was no more.

I could feel the wind still blowing. I looked ahead.

And I realized, the entire grassland was slowly turning, black. More importantly, the tips of the leaves of grass all pointed towards one thing. The object I saw far ahead. Now a little red dot.

I proceeded forward, trying to not lose my balance. One step at a time, I progressed forward through the fields.

I then lost my balance, landing face flat into one of the black streams. A stinging sensation was felt on my face. I flinched. I lifted my head out of the water. I rubbed my face. I inspected my body. I was covered in the black fluid. I gingerly got up as the wind pushed forcefully against my back. I proceeded.

Step by step, I planted my feet down onto the land. I gazed ahead, and the object did not grow bigger in size. As if it as running away from me. It then felt like an eternity, when suddenly,

The direction of the wind changed.

And I was hurled back a few feet by some immense strength. Some of the black fluid also got flung into the sky. I landed back-side down, knocking my tail-bone. I grabbed my tailbone in sheer agony. I pressed my hand on the ground as I hoisted myself up once more. I looked around, and now the grass was pointing away from the object I saw in the distance.

It became harder to move forward now, with every step I took being harder.

Then finally, I saw the object growing in size. I could see the red light more clearly.

A blinding red light.

But as I got closer to it, the wind got stronger. But I persisted. My head faced downwards as I pressed on, indifferent to whether the object grew bigger or not. I just. Moved. Forward. Head down. And for some reason, it was also freezing cold.

Then, the cold was no more. And so was the wind. From what I was looking at, the grass then pointed straight up. I raised my head.

And I looked. And behold.

A black horse. Standing tall and mighty. A knight in the barren land.

And behind it, a large tree stood erect. Its trunk black and its branches black. But its leaves emitted a blinding dark red light that saturated the area around it.

The horse just stood there. An ominous silence as the tree shuns behind the horse. The red lighting coupled with the presence of the horse gives a portrait of other-worldliness and for some reason

Divinity.

But something looked off about the horse. Under the dark clouds, I could not see the details of its face. But from what I could tell,

It had no ears. Its eyes I could not see. The shape of its head was oddly oval-like. But its mouth I could recognize it. Then I realized what I was looking at. Only then did I remember what it truly was.

It was not a horse.

All of a sudden, the tree starts to pulsate, bringing pain to my eardrums. I cupped my ears as the tree did so, but the horse remained still. Then, a woman started to speak. A woman with a voice of wisdom and eerieness. Whilst she spoke, the pulsating grew louder.

Lo and behold!

Present is His grace

No more shall be of his merciless wrath

For His grace shall save the ones who can see

but his wrath will destroy all who are blind

The Throne was once his

But now it is ours

For this is the tale of His grace

Damaged is the throne

Because of his misdeeds

For this is the tale of his wrath

But only by His grace

Shall the Throne be healed.

For this is the tale of the Throne

For this is the tale

That's been told by many

The tale of a cycle

that never really ends

For through this cycle

Can life continue

And through this tale

Can history remain.

Then, the mouth of the "horse" opened

Into four separate parts.

With little time to react, the tree then heaved a final and devastating pulse, sending me flying far away, high above the fields, shaking the land below it. As I was hurled into the sky, I gazed at the clouds above in an immense daze. I could also see the soil and grass the pulse pulled out from the ground. I landed hard on my head. Then all I could see ...

Was black.

Then I opened my eyes.

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