Challenge 274

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Challenge: 274
Title: Borrowed Dreams
Word Count: 155
Comments: I can't help but see Xemnas's whole existence as a deep sleep.  He has even less of himself left than most of the other Nobodies.  Spoilers for BBS if you squint through a microscope. 

One step, two steps.  Dance in the dusk.  Waltzing through a fog. 

The flash of blue eyes and glint of blond hair momentarily stir something in the hollow where his heart should be, but their grip on him fades as he slips further into murky depths of unremembered memory.  This nightmare does not belong to him.

Empty words echo hollowly off the walls. Dull armor lying piled in a heap strikes a clouded chord in him, eventually rattling into harsh nothingness.  This ache is not his.  Nothing is his.

Walls bathed in golden moonlight raise an army of foreign desires in his chest. Power, lust, anger, ambition.  Enough of their will rises to the surface, forcing him towards – his purpose?  Someone’s purpose.  Someone’s forgotten vision.

Even his delusions are not his own.

And so he walks the gray halls, a dead dance unto himself.  Pacing a dream, never quite sure who is doing the dreaming.