Me and my brothers are taking shelter inside a house. It's dark outside, and dangerous. This is the only place we could find. There's very little light and everything is shrouded in a darkening mist. This house is only a room and a bathroom. My sister is inside the bathroom with the door locked, having a discussion with someone. I can hear they talking. A little piece of my left front tooth is broken and I can feel the piece inside my mouth. I look at my brother through the dark mist, he's sitting on the edge of the only bed in the room and his face looks like old marble, very elegant and ancient. We need to shut the door close. I struggle, there's something wrong with the door. It refuses to stay in one piece. If I close its upper half, the lower half opens and vice versa. After some time I finally manage to barge the entire door shut and fall asleep in what it feels like an abyss, while a thin, diaphanous shroud runs through my head, face and shoulders, like a statue falling from its high place. I fall as if my foot are bound, and in its fall my body follows the perimeter of a circle.
I wake up in a jump to realize there are two dogs in the house, a small one that looks like of Papillon breed, and another, bigger one, that looks like an Australian cattledog. They're resting by the bedside. The door seems to have opened sometime during the night. It's still a deep, abyssal night. I fear the dogs might attack us but they're tired and taking shelter inside the house like we are, like they fled from something. I approach the bigger dog and scratch his back. It looks at me with its ears down and pleading eyes. I talk to it like you would with a child but the dog remains the same. I wake up again. The dogs are gone, the bottom of the door is ajar. A dim blueish light hits the sill, making it glow faintly in the dark.
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I'm at a clearing, it's very cold and a group of people are seated together wearing animal pelts. There's a darkened log on the floor, it's covered in snow. Those people are discussing something, I can't quite hear it but they're raising their hands and nodding their heads. I realize they're Inuits and what they're arguing about soon becomes clear. Two people walking into the clearing. Vikings. They have been captured, or got lost from the others. They have been stripped from their clothing, or lost them, and are wearing just a piece a strap of iron to cover their genitals and breasts, one of them is a female. A man in his mid years
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