City of Ruin, the Desert of Dry Bones and the Black Forest
Ascend or Perish
I am walking through an ancient city in ruins.
The streets are empty. Broken columns and shattered statues line the avenues. Buildings that must once have been magnificent have been reduced to crumbling stone. Everything is covered in dust.
At the end of the ruined city, I come to the foot of a vast temple.
Its entrance is impossibly high, disappearing into darkness. Massive stone stairs rise toward it.
Standing before the temple is a robed figure.
The Hierophant.
He says nothing at first.
He simply extends a sword toward me.
I take it.
Then he looks directly into my eyes and says:
"Ascend or perish."
A tremendous gust of wind tears through the city.
The ruins begin to collapse.
Dust and debris fill the air.
The temple disappears.
The entire city is blown away as though it had never existed.
When the wind finally dies, I find myself standing alone in a desert.
The ground is scorched black.
Nothing grows.
The earth is covered with dry bones.
Thousands upon thousands of them.
Human bones.
Animal bones.
Broken skulls stare upward from the sand.
In the distance, I hear the sound of war.
I look toward the horizon.
A vast battle is taking place.
Two enormous armies stretch across the desert as far as I can see.
One army wears black armor.
The other wears white.
Every warrior is masked.
They charge one another without speaking.
Swords clash.
Spears break.
Bodies fall.
The dead are trampled beneath the feet of the living.
I don't understand who they are fighting for.
I don't understand what they're fighting over.
I only know that the battle seems endless.
Then I realize that I am wearing red armor.
I look down at myself.
Red steel covers my body.
A sword is clenched in my hand.
Without thinking, I enter the battle.
I begin hacking and slashing at anything that moves.
Black armor.
White armor.
It makes no difference.
I take no side.
I simply fight.
The battle continues.
Years seem to pass.
Or perhaps centuries.
The sun never moves.
The armies never retreat.
The dead never remain dead.
Every fallen soldier is replaced by another.
Eventually, I stop.
Something about the soldiers has begun to disturb me.
I approach a warrior wearing black armor.
I reach toward his mask.
He does not resist.
I remove it.
I am staring at my own face.
I step backward.
I approach another soldier.
I remove his mask.
My face.
Another.
My face.
Another.
My face.
I look toward the white army.
I remove the mask of another warrior.
My face.
Every soldier looks like me.
Black.
White.
Young.
Old.
Male.
Female.
It doesn't matter.
They are all me.
The entire battlefield is me.
The war is me.
The division is me.
I suddenly understand.
There were never two armies.
There was only one.
I drop my sword.
It falls into the sand.
Then I remove my armor.
Piece by piece.
The red armor falls away.
The moment the final piece touches the ground, the armies disappear.
The desert becomes silent.
Everything fades to black.
A horned moon appears above me.
Stars emerge around it.
Then the Sun rises.
It is the color of dried blood.
I am standing once again in a vast desert of bones.
I am naked.
My skin begins to crack.
It burns beneath the blood-colored sun.
Every step is agony.
Carrion birds circle overhead.
They wait for me to collapse.
I keep walking.
I don't know where I'm going.
Eventually I see something in the distance.
An oasis.
At its center stands a dead tree.
Beside the tree is a woman.
She has pale skin.
Very long red hair.
And red eyes.
She watches me approach.
She says nothing.
She turns and walks toward the oasis.
I follow her.
She climbs a small mound at the foot of the dead tree.
Then she sits against its trunk.
She looks at me.
In her hands is an apple.
She extends it toward me.
I reach for it.
But as I take it, the illusion falls away.
It isn't an apple.
It's a human heart.
It is still warm.
I look at the Red Woman.
She smiles.
I eat the heart.
The moment I swallow it, something changes.
My skin stops cracking.
The burns disappear.
Strength returns to my limbs.
The pain vanishes.
I stand taller.
I can breathe again.
The Red Woman watches me with a strange expression.
Then she says:
"Ascend or perish."
Before I can answer, her body begins to dissolve.
Her pale skin becomes ash.
Her red hair becomes smoke.
Her eyes disappear.
Within moments, she is gone.
Nothing remains except dust.
Then I notice something beneath the dead tree.
A small pool of dark blood is forming around its roots.
The pool grows.
It spreads across the ground.
It becomes a stream.
The stream becomes a river.
The river becomes a lake.
The lake becomes an enormous sea of black blood stretching beyond the horizon.
I stand before it.
The sea is completely still.
Then everything goes dark.
Full darkness.
No stars.
No moon.
No sun.
Nothing.
I wake on the shore of the Black Forest.
I don't know how I got there.
The trees are impossibly tall.
Their branches twist together overhead, blocking out the sky.
Something is calling to me from within the forest.
I can hear voices.
Whispers.
Crying.
Laughter.
Something moves between the trees.
I hear footsteps behind me.
I turn.
Nothing.
I hear breathing.
Nothing.
Dark spirits drift between the trees.
Demons watch from the shadows.
Pale faces appear and disappear among the branches.
I am afraid.
But I keep walking.
The deeper I go, the darker the forest becomes.
The sounds grow louder.
The dead whisper my name.
Something screams somewhere far away.
I almost turn back.
But the voice calling me forward becomes louder.
I continue.
Eventually I reach a clearing.
Everything becomes silent.
At the center of the clearing stands the Red Woman.
She is exactly as I remember her.
Pale skin.
Long red hair.
Red eyes.
She smiles at me.
Then she begins to burn.
Flames erupt from her body.
Her hair becomes fire.
Her eyes become fire.
Her entire form becomes an enormous living flame.
The fire rises higher and higher.
Its light illuminates something sitting cross-legged before me.
A figure I had not noticed before.
It sits completely motionless.
Massive.
Horned.
Neither human nor animal.
Its body is both masculine and feminine.
Light and darkness seem to exist simultaneously within it.
The flames illuminate its face.
It is Baphomet.
I stare at it.
Baphomet stares back.
Neither of us speaks.
Then, finally, it opens its mouth.
And says:
"Ascend or perish."
The flames rise.
The forest disappears.
The stars vanish.
Everything becomes black.
And the dream ends.