I dreamt that it was end of the world. The street was wide and the left side was blazing with fire and the right side was dilapidated. There was a rift in the street where water collected and huge arcs flooded in with Egyptians and Samaritans, people from long ago. That was only a few feet away from a old wooden house, where my mom's side of the family was staying. I was on the steps, praying for protection, but as I step in, my cousin tells me that we're already protected since there's a a renown priest outside the house already.
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I kind of want to give up on you because if this is the beginning, I don't want to see the end.