It was a world made for me, built to entertain me with its wonders and the magic it held.
But no matter how hard I tried, I could never be part of it.
It was all so close from the eyes of others, where they could feel, touch and smell it. While I was always in their shadows, just a mere audience on their journey, barely able to interact with them unless I entered their dreams.
It was a gift of life that was out of my reach. And even in the body of a dead, I couldn't taste the joy of it at all.
"You are one interesting creature." Looking at the rotten corpse stuck to the roots of the plant like creature, it was easy to see what's its true nature was.
No, the nature of the whole field. "Such a fresh breath of air, who have imagined that below my feet would be so many dead… or should I say, sacrifices."
I loved this body, such a perfect body made just for me.
