“In my frustration, I yell and swing my sword. It makes a loud tearing sound as it cuts through the air. Suddenly, there is an influx of light where the sword slashes through the air, almost as if it rips a hole in the fabric of space itself.”

“As we hover closer to each other, a light begins to take form above us. Moonlight brightens the area around us.”

“For what feels like lifetimes, we symbiotically move around the dance floor in what seems like a strange combination of a rave and a tribal ritual.”

"As we make our way down the hallway, our footsteps are silent against the floor. The walls are lined with tall, arched windows. Their intricately carved frames are adorned with glowing crystals that appear to shield them in a mysterious light."

"Oh? Where are we going?" I ask.

She smiles and winks at me. "To the land of white mittens."

"With each beat, a vision of a different memory played in my head. I embraced her as tightly as I could."

“The noises get louder, and this time they are accompanied by cries and screams of terror. 

There's an odd flash of light, almost as if the world turned off and then turned on again.”

“Throughout the city, I see countless translucent children swinging large tools against metal objects, repeatedly making a clanking sound in unison.”

“Throughout the city, I see countless translucent children swinging large tools against metal objects, repeatedly making a clanking sound in unison.”