It was the same dream. The same dream as always, yet this time had more of an urgent undercurrent to it. Was he finally going to see what exactly he was running to? The Sun God knew that he had been trying to figure it out. He'd been having this dream for months. If there was any extra meaning to it, he would like to finally figure it out.
All around him was darkness, as always. As he ran through the woods, the cold cut through him like a knife, while the wind lashed at him as violently and as icily as it always had in this dream. He wasn't sure exactly why he was running, but he knew that he needed to get there as soon as possible or he'd regret it. This time, more than before, he felt his chest tightening from the anxiety. His mouth felt dry from panic. His feet made crackling sounds as they landed on the dried leaves and ties littering the forest.
