I Would Easily Spend a Whole Day Curled Up With a Good Book

I have seen dreams in the waking world with statues made of brass. They never cease walking but instead reach down into the crowded cities devouring handfuls of screaming citizens. I know not why these behemoths exist but surely the purpose must be found out. I follow the crashing boom of their treading feet with fear driving me forward. There is no stopping what was to come as they pulled up great chunks of earth with which they flattened the city. The screaming went quiet as each massive statue detonated. The world swept away dragging me into the un-dreaming.