Fiction

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Blitz.
I saw various scenes play out, centering on a hauntingly familiar man identified as Maxmillian, a world leader.”

In this initial scenario, he was on a Television set addressing the planet. He was olive-skinned with short dark hair, attractive both in form and countenance, he wore an American cut suit of a cotton pink hue.

The color palette of this broadcast had a Spielbergian glow, colors and surroundings projecting a feeling of magical possibility and avant-garde creativity.
Set decoration was surreal, chic with a futuristic feel, the impression I got looking at it was this was decor from Earth’s future with nods to 20th-Century furnishing.

In another image futuristic aircraft, serving this man, skimmed just over the surface of a desert at great speeds. the scene evoked Cyberpunk, from some utopian future that is, These were the tools of a healthy and intrepid culture. They looked like sleek black versions of craft seen in the Star Wars movies, like the Lambda Class T-4 shuttle and Tie fighters for instance.
They could assemble and dissemble in a superfast manner to form new structures like Lego, for both military and commercial purposes. At times they combined into a giant artillery piece named Blitzkrieg. This current assignment of these marvels, on which they moved with such mesmeric purpose, was beautiful.

In the next one Max as his friends called him, was talking to a large audience in an auditorium. The stage had been cleared and he had been asked to give his testimony. In an accent that was Texan in spirit but rather unique, he spoke of many projects he was involved in, economic ventures in the Middle East, oil refineries he had built, I even saw an image of one, it had a quasi retro look.
This man was a genius in the political, economic, military, spiritual, medical, cultural spheres of life, practically everywhere, providing solutions that amazed the world, A superman for Jesus, part of a Priestly class exercising political and social control; he was a political leader that was also a priest”with special and unique knowledge.


And finally this: He sat on a cream sofa in so tranquil a manner one could knew his relaxed demeanor brimmed wiith confidence. Enclosed in a dreamlike halo, this setting's atmosphere was metaphysical: ""
The exquisitely worked marble of his surroundings bears testimony to the fact this is a castle. You sense he's a man of awe-inspiring success, reminiscent of a Jewish king in the flower of youth.
His rose-colored suit houses an exceptional frame. An exceedingly handsome, clean-shaven face matches those of old Hollywood movie stars at the height of their power. Beautifully cut hair adorns him like a diadem.
But his eyes, large and magnetic, are striking features. They tell of reservoirs of wisdom within him.

Outside is futuristic, a darkened world, A crimson instead of a blue sky.

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