It all seemed so unreal, like a dream. Me, splattered in blood, standing in the middle of the room, damned and convinced. My freedom was denied by the words that came out of my mouth, but they weren't mine. So I did what I had to. Escape was the only way out, the only path on which I could seek the solution. But the question was, after all, could I handle the truth?…
Must be my lucky day since I fell from one complication into another. But this pain in the neck can't be fixed that easy, can't be forgotten nor misplaced. This particular problem is quite delicate or should I put it as fragile? Oh the irony! As I'm speaking, the World of Dream Eaters is slowly fading, falling apart from the inside out. The worst part of it is that only the 'luckiest' of them all are aware of the situation and know how to stop it from crumbling into nothingness. Unfortunately, I am one of them...…