I am walking down the slope from Mount Mary's. It's dark. There are strings of lights in the trees and balconies around. But they start going off one by one. There is a shop selling trinkets - pretty little angel figurines. But these figurines start getting distorted and melting.
The air is smelling pungent, like there's gunpowder or something. As I walk, I see a crowd of men with swords in their hands. Their hands are raised. But they don't seem angry. They are just walking towards me and I am walking towards them. As I approach them, I see that they are made of brown water. They are liquidy and held barely together in some kind of plastic casing.
I move through them, get to the other side, catch a rick and come home.
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