Cole Burkhardt
speaker
840 appearances
5 recordings
1 series
first heard May 2026
last heard 7 Sep
Cole Burkhardt’s voice in public audio — every appearance, attributed to the second.
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The dreams he could no longer grasp, like entry wound smoke pouring out through his fingers.
The mud around him, thick with the scent of blood, death and decay, seemed to be the only thing that was real now.
Dillinger looked up through the haze of the great war that surrounded him.
The sky wasn't just smoke and fire anymore.
Something huge was blotting out the stars.
The sound, he'd thought in his primitive brain, was the beating of monstrous wings grew louder.
A rhythmic, paper-thin whomp, whomp, whomp that vibrated in his teeth.
Then, as a flare ignited the sky in a harsh magnesium white, he saw it, gargantuan, colossal, all-encompassing.
It wasn't a bird or the dive-bombing of a plane.
They were winds of delicate, iridescent dust spanning the entire width of the battlefield.
A single, colossal butterfly drifted through the broiling sky, its wings shimmering with colors that didn't exist in the mud of France or anywhere else known to the world.
With every beat of those huge winds, the world around Dillinger flickered.
The trench was filled with dying, screaming soldiers.
The trench was a mass grave of bleached bones wrapped in rotted uniforms.
The trench was now a hallway in a quiet house, smelling of baking and cream and old cigarettes.
Do you see it now?
The once dead man that stood next to him whispered, clutching the obsidian shard.
Every choice is a fork, a branch on the tallest tree.
You go up that ladder and you set a billion things in motion.
You end up in that kitchen.
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