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Evil in her Dreams
By Silver Sailor Ganymede

There was evil in her dreams, evil that had been thought to have been banished from this world a long time ago when Elysian was freed. That was not the case; that was never the case. Crystal Tokyo may have been in its prime, but evil was not vanquished; it never could be.

There was evil in her dreams; not her dreams of life, for her all her life's ambitions had been cast aside when the utopia was formed. The only dreams she had now were of love. Love, an emotion she was not allowed to feel, an emotion that had been forbidden to her for almost her entire life. She saw the evil in her dreams, and yet it was not the evilness of the being she loved but the being itself.

There was evil in her dreams, evil with a goddess' face. She too had a goddess' face, but the evil one was a negative image of her, with her black hair that cascaded down her back onto the floor like a waterfall of dakrness, skin the pale white-blue colour of death, eyes a shade of pure gold. She herself had golden hair, rosy-skin full of life and sparkling cyan eyes. Negative image in looks and negative image in personality, and yet she still found herself in love with the evil one.

There was evil in her dreams, yes, but love clouded her vision and she didn't see it anymore. She simply did as the evil one told her, now there is no evil in her dreams, there is only evil in her life, for since the evil one fully awoke dreams have died and only nightmares remain.

There was evil in her dreams, now there is not, for she is dead, captured in a world of nightmares, a world of her own making.