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Foreshadowing
Like many others--like all the others--Cybil Bennet slept.
Like many others, she dreamed, even if those dreams would be forgotten, cradled in Stacy's warm embrace.
Some dreams were just dreams, of brighter times, and happier places, of desert sands she'd never seen, strange and alien landscapes, of strange unearthly celebrations.
Some were nightmares, twisted malformed shapes staggering forward, of tentacles and spattered blood.
Sometimes she dreamed of fire.
Like many others, she dreamed, even if those dreams would be forgotten, cradled in Stacy's warm embrace.
Some dreams were just dreams, of brighter times, and happier places, of desert sands she'd never seen, strange and alien landscapes, of strange unearthly celebrations.
Some were nightmares, twisted malformed shapes staggering forward, of tentacles and spattered blood.
Sometimes she dreamed of fire.