Chapter 13: The Vision of Seals
"Again with this damn dream," I muttered to myself as I took in the vast expanse of land before me. The silhouette in the distance was much closer now. At first, I couldn't even take a single step toward it, but with each subsequent dream, I had managed to draw nearer and nearer. The figure was muscular, to say the least, and exuded a power that was impossible to ignore. The closer I got, the more immense the strength he radiated became.
Honestly, if you had dreams like these, you'd probably think something was seriously messed up, and I felt that too. It was as if I was on the brink of discovering something monumental. Perhaps it was a trial I had to pass, or maybe just a very sick joke. But I felt one thing with certainty: the person who could answer all my questions was standing right in front of me.
I looked down at my body. The veins that had previously bulged beneath my skin were gone, but the circles along my collarbones and the large one on my chest remained. There was also a tattoo of a spear on my back. I couldn't see it properly, but it felt familiar, as if I had seen it somewhere before.
I began walking toward the figure, and as I got closer, more of his features came into focus. He had long, deep black hair that seemed to swallow the light around it. His back muscles, partially obscured by hair, were like something out of a statue—perfectly sculpted and intimidating. He was sitting cross-legged, as if in deep meditation.
With each step, my anticipation grew. When I was finally just behind him, the figure seemed to sense my presence. Slowly, he turned his head, and I saw something that I don't think I'll ever forget.
It was my own face staring back at me, but older—perhaps a version of myself in my 40s. His eyes were a striking gold, with large pupils that seemed to pierce right through me. The face was clean-shaven, and there was an aura of authority that emanated from it.
He looked straight into my eyes, and his gaze bore into mine with an intensity that made my heart pound. Then, he spoke—his voice slow, but pulsing with power and wisdom.
"Don't hesitate when breaking the seals."
His words were simple, but they carried an immense weight. It was a voice that imparted not just wisdom, but a sense of inevitability. As if on cue, the light around us began to fade, and the world seemed to darken. The figure turned his head back around, resuming his meditative posture.
I opened my eyes, finding myself back in my bed, staring at the ceiling. I muttered to myself, "I should seriously dream less."