Fire, pouring deadly from the serpent’s mouth. The jewel on its forked tongue melted and bubbled into a pool of sapphire liquid, dribbling down from the serpent’s mouth. Where it dropped, the ground hissed and sizzled and smoked.
There was a cry of anguish nearby. A man stood, resplendent in his grief, his head bowed and arms outstretched as if to embrace the earth. He fell to his knees in the dust, and the ground split. One knee rested on either side of a great chasm. He was all that held it together. The man lifted his head. Tears flowed from his eyes.
He was aging rapidly- the pain and suffering of the world was weakening him. His auburn hair grew gray, now white. His beard, once close-shaven, was now long and flowing. His shoulders stooped, his skin withered.
He tossed back his head and screamed. Anger poured from him, and the ground trembled with it. He stood, and the chasm split, separating the halves of the world. The ground opened up and swallowed the serpent.
The man, now ancient, bowed his head and wept.
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This is a vision, by the way. It's not really supposed to make any sense yet. There's just LOTS of room for the reader to ponder what it means. :-)
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