In Fire Forged Dream Augur

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mUzOHkTLHWs

You find yourself walking upon a crystal-clear body of water in the shape of a sphere. You are barefoot, and each step you take sends pleasant chills up your legs. As you walk, footprints are left in the water, marking you as the first to disturb this place in some time.

In the water below, you find you cannot see anything but the reflection of a blue sky with fluffy white clouds, and though the day is bright, no sun exists to guide your way. Lifting your eyes towards the heavens, where that blue sky is all but gone. In its place is a grand white expanse, the inside of a sphere, wrapped around the sphere on which you now tread.

From the water rises a form of like substance, though separate somehow from the liquid it is made of. You feel a chill in your feet again, and the rising water begins to freeze, becoming a god of ice. It rises towards the endless white expanse above, and from it rises a city of ice.

You continue walking, and from deep within the sphere of water rises a form of sand, whiter than any beach you have ever seen. You feel the chill in your feet spread and condense the sand, forming it into a god of rock. It rises towards the endless white expand above, and buildings of stone replace buildings of ice, which melt and become rivers that flow between the buildings and back down from the heavens.

You continue walking, and from deep within the sphere of water rises a lump of ugly material, foreign to the beauty around you. A burning sensation assaults your feet, and the lump twists and distorts, cooling into a god of metal. With the smell of blood on the wind, it rises into the endless white expanse, and at once the city above begins to blacken and crumble.

The sky reflected in the waters becomes a setting dusk, and still you continue on, until the waters from above meet the waters below. You begin to walk the waterfall as if it were a new path, towards the ruined city. There, you find the winged white god, scarred, its wounds long scabbed over, hiding in this new city, away from those that hurt it. A woman of dark hair and red eyes is knelt next to the god, taking no notice of you yet - neither harming the creature, nor attempting to help it, but studying it carefully, as if it might vanish in a moment's notice. In a gnarled, black tree that rises from the ruined stone, sits a bird of death watching over the two, and waiting. You feel now eyes upon you from the ruined buildings, as if a predator were watching its prey. Something lets out a bestial howl, but whatever made it is deterred for the moment, as enormous feathers of white, belonging not to the wounded god, flutter around the two of you in protection.

You try to push your way further to the wounded god as you did in your dream before, to ascertain its features like the woman nearby seems to be, but the further you try to push toward it, the more you find yourself nearing the gnarled tree instead. The small, yet ominous creature perched upon it gazes down at you a moment, and then turns its head towards a massive white door that lay at the end of the path. As you begin to step towards it, a sharp caw bears down from the tree, and the city all at once shatters around you.

You now find yourself standing upon one edge of a ravine, at the bottom of which flows a dark red river. On the other side of the ravine stands a boy, about your age, with gentle blonde hair, and a third eye upon his forehead. He regards you curiously a moment,  but then turns away. You see a great number of people, their forms indistinct, on his side - and as you look over your shoulder, so too are many here. Men and women, injured or dead, in need of medical attention or their last rites. You watch yourself step forward, though your own vision doesn't leave the spot you had previously been standing. And once your body walked away into the distance, the area begins to fade away, and from the mists of dreams did you wake once more.