A very dark and desolate dream. In the dream, he was born into pitch darkness and grew up in the dark, never seeing a sliver of light. Terrifying horrors surged out from the shadows; his kin and his tribe seemed to have adapted to this darkness, foraging for survival within it, only to rot and die in the dark. He wanted to scream, but no voice came out, because monsters from the darkness had seized him...
Time and time again, he cycled through this dark dream. He saw no hope, no light. He stumbled forward, longing so desperately for someone to believe in him, to agree with him, to accompany him to the Land of Light. But there was no one... not even the companions and friends who trusted him most, who only tagged along because they believed in him as a person, joining in on what they thought was a wild goose chase. He felt so utterly lonely. How he wanted to shout aloud to everyone that the Land of Light surely existed, that it...
That it most certainly existed!
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