He had... a very strange dream. One that felt so vivid, yet at the same time, one he could hardly remember. Only little moments of it... Some sort of horned figure descending from above, laughter, a lot of it, to the point that it almost made him insane, even while only being a dream.
He remembered the gaze of shadows, the way his soul felt while being stared at like that; it wasn't a good feeling. He remembered his vision getting darker than ever, and whenever he looked at the face of another, he couldn't make it out; their features completely darkened.
The last thing he remembered from that dream... was himself crying, a lot. As many different images he didn't recognize kept playing in his mind, driving him more mad than he already was.
How weird of a feeling it was... he didn't want to experience it again, yet at the same time, he was very interested in it. He felt as if a lot of it was very important somehow, but he had no idea what.
