Burned by the fire of truth

So I was going about my day, enjoying my life, when right there in my peripherals, I saw her. A beautiful woman, with a kind smile and a sweet disposition. She was uncommonly beautiful, and I was immediately smitten. But when I turned my head to return her gaze, I saw what she truly was. A hollow shell of a being; a puppet with strings cutting through her skin and into her body. She was not what she seemed to be. That was when my world shattered and burned to the ground. I felt like the ancient Library of Alexandria had been burned to the ground and I was left standing in the ashes, surrounded by nothing but rubble. And that’s when I saw IT. The BEAST. Tiamat, the scaly red dragon. It was the puppeteer, controlling the strings that held her suspended above the ground. I knew right then and there that I had discovered something that was never meant to be discovered. - excerpt from my dream journal