When I collapsed because of my injuries... I expected to wake up in a hospital, covered in bruises.
But... instead of waking up directly, after a really long time... I had a dream.
It wasn't hard to realize that it was a dream. After all, all my memories were still there and I was not in my own body, I was a child. I was in the old times... at home with my family.
Normally, I would try to savor such dreams, as long as they weren't a nightmare. I would try to live the childhood I didn't have, to spend time with my parents, to scrape their faces into my memory that I was beginning to forget.
But... this time was different. It was neither a sweet dream nor a nightmare.
The darkness of night had fallen on our house in the middle of tall trees. The crescent moon was overhead, and through the window of my room, I could see its faint glow and itself, strangely beautiful among the clouds.
