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Alone.
I am alone.
I walk through streets long abandoned.
Through forests filled with nought but the wind.
The skies are empty of even the clouds.
There is no one but me.
I am alone.
Who?
Who am I?
I do not recognize the face I see in the mirrors of glass and streams.
I know it to be mine.
But I have no name to match it.
Who am I?
I walk from sea to sea.
I do not tire.
I do not lay my head.
I feel no need to.
And yet I long for dreams half remembered.
I walk from sea to sea.
Night is coming.
The rising of the sun comes later and later.
I can no longer find the moon.
I fear that I have seen the last sun rise.
Night has come.
Dreams.
Something Dreams.
A bird sings that is not there.
Trees watch as I pass them by.
Winds of many colors brush past.
Something Dreams.
Dreams Blacken.
The shadows grow teeth.
I hear the howls of hungering beasts.
Heavy footfalls follow me in the ever dark.
Dreams Blacken.
Not Dreams.
Nightmares.
I am being hunted.
Claws try to catch me.
Teeth snap at my heels.
My flesh tears and my bones crack.
I am being hunted.
A Storm is coming.
I shall not perish.
I arm myself with broken fragments of Dreams.
I forge a sword Imperishable.
I drive back the claws that catch.
I don armor Unyielding.
I turn aside the teeth that snap.
I weave wings from Shadow and Star.
I shall not perish.
A Storm is coming.
I battle the Nightmares.
I wield the strength of the stones and mountains
I battle the Nightmares.
I outrace the wind.
I battle the Nightmares.
I harness the hottest flames and deepest colds.
I battle the Nightmares.
A Storm is coming.
The Nightmares are many.
I stand guard as little Dreams make homes.
As a tree in the deepest wood grows wise.
As birds ride the colors of the wind through the night.
The Nightmares are fewer.
A Storm is coming.
A Storm is come.
I witness as the sky grows even blacker.
I witness as the stars go out.
I witness as lightning lights and blinds.
As the Dreams I guard hide in their homes.
As the stones of the earth shiver and groan.
As the storm above opens its eyes.
KRACKOW
Winds fling me from the sky.
KRACKOW
Rain and hail buffet me as I draw my cloak tight.
KRACKOW.
I kneel as the storm comes down from on high.
KRACKOW
Is this the end?
KRACKOW
No.
I stand.
I draw my sword.
I lift my head to the heavens.
And I defy the storm above.
I know my name.
Come.
I say.
Come.
Be you monster.
Be you Nightmare.
Be you god.
Come.
I am Meta Knight.
And I shall see the dawn.
How long has it been?
How long since the sun set?
How long since the first Nightmare rose?
How long since I broke the storm?
How long?
I am tired.
I hurt.
I cannot rest.
There is a child.
I know him.
He is kin.
He shares my face.
I gift him to the Dreams.
I tell them his name.
Kirby.
I watch.
I watch as he is fed.
I watch as he plays.
I watch as he is loved.
I watch.
I watch as the sun rises over the Land of the Dreams.
The long night is over.
I place my sword in a stone.
I sit beneath a tree upon a hill.
I close my eyes.
I sleep.
I Dream.