They never seem to lose their sense of wonder; objects come to life with just a glance. Life is beautiful, sweet and kind.

But that's all good. Why would you wake a dreamer up? I wouldn't. I feel all comforted knowing they are somewhere blissful, breathing softly in their rest.


Do you have to jolt them out and flash them cards of misery, pain, callousness? Like a bard, you spin them tales, folklores, rumors and legends; of men falling, of those that are deceitful and unfaithful. And to remind them that assets gathered over the years will all crumble to dust one day.


These are the kind of dark stories they cannot escape from, for who can resist the dark allure, beckoning, holding your mind captive. No one likes her embrace, that of Despair's.




Yet they are awake now, they look like deers in headlamps, stunned by the view. Their bodies feel different and now the world about them is unfamiliar.