The darkness swirled about. An infinite darkness. No texture. Not even the illusion of light that one might see when one closes their eyes in the dark.
A woman's voice spoke in the darkness, and asked: "Who are you?"
Another voice, a male voice, calm and patient, the voice replied:
"We have been here since the beginning. We have seen the creation and the fall of Man."
Then a second voice, just a calm, just as patient, the voice spoke:
"It is We that carry out our Fathers word and law, it is We that deliver His justice."
Then a third voice, a bitter sounding voice, this voice that was unknown for certain, spoke, as if addressing the second voice:
"Too long have I lived in the shadow of your light...
"It was not our Father who cast down our brother. When the War began, it was not Him who had to do the dirty work, but US!"
I awoke at the final line, as it was delivered like an iron door being slammed shut. There was more to this conversation, but much it has faded in the time since the dream was dreamed.
It is of great sorrow to me that these things were not made record of at the time.
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