I hear the dragon screaming of pain and realize my heart is now burned to ashes.


Spiders weave their web to save me from myself and for a moment I let myself rest in the sweet, dark unconsiousness.


Through my restless sleep I hear an old acquaintance once again making me an offer I've declined so many times before, and I wake up barely breathing. Lights dance on the steel blade but my eyes are only aware of the emptiness that's flooding into my soul to replace every memory with a truth that is not the one I wanted.


I turn around to say something but constating I'm alone I allow myself a collapse. Before closing my eyes I have just the time to think: I can hear the thunder.