AMBER SNIPPY'S FATE?I've had that dream again.That strange place, so distant, yet so close to my heart. Buildings as tall as mountains.Dead structures, watching with dead eyes. Empty, vast and endless honeycombs of stone and steel. Air filled with gray ashes, always fluttering from the cloudy sky.The black vortex opens up in the sky, descending down to the city. The vortex spiral rips the city apart, bending the air itself, feasting on light, feasting on time.There is a lonely figure standing in the street.No matter how hard I try to make out his or her expression, I cannot. Is there no face there at all? Or perhaps there is a million human faces there, intertwined and flickering in unison, as bright as the light of ten thousand suns?The being stares into the abyss of the vortex.It takes another step towards it, into the horizon of nothingness, into a place where nothing can exist.The stones of the roadway beneath its feet crumble and flutter in t