Creative Writing: Downfall I have heard insidious tales of black rains that fall on ashen fields and metal that screams. Until now I have consoled myself that these were nothing more than the delusions of some poor fevered mind. But today I met a harbinger from this desolate place, and now I fear the truth. The harbinger had been influencing my destiny even before I awoke this morning. Throughout the night my mind was haunted with the visions of a desolate land which inspired such a feeling of pure hopelessness and a sheer will to die that I awoke to find my pillow soaked in tears. In the center of the curs