[No one responds.
But what's that in the distance, looking lonesome on the horizon?
It’s tall - ten stories tall.
Some kind of dog thing standing on all fours.]
While you're out walking one day, you see a missing poster. In the moment, you think nothing of it. After all, you don't even know this person.
...
But a week later, you encounter them in a dream.
They're standing on the horizon of a rapidly crumbling world. They say nothing to you, they don't even glance at you, as they walk into the destruction. And all you can do is stand there and watch.
When they're gone, you wake up in a cold sweat.
