14 - Space

by SilkyNoire

The dreamer dreamt, and the dreamer saw.

A world among the stars. One of many worlds.

Thousands, millions of civilisations. Some peaceful, some warlike.

Some were like hers', confined to their tiny ball of rock and water.

Others sailed the stars in fantastic metal vessels.

None of them saw the infection.

Tentacles from the soil. Climbing, creeping up, infesting everything they touched.

This wasn't her dream. This was something else's. A plan. A vision.

Like the worlds, the tentacles burrowed into her. It wanted her now.

But this hadn't come to pass. She could still stop it.