There was a danger in the air that nobody could tell was apparent at first. In the desert wasteland where the cool winds blew and caused shivers to those who might have been outside, the moon itself seemed to shimmer and glitter.
An unknown melody played itself to its unsuspecting victims.
One by one, they left the van on their own two feet, and were carried off into the distant lands–each one different from the last.
It was a dream that Lukas once had in the past.
A day where airships flew across the city and its entire people flooded the streets. It was a vibrant memory where the normally taciturn and isolated people of the city gathered together to celebrate.
What exactly they were celebrating–Lukas forgot.
There was a weird symbol in the air that he couldn't quite put or piece together. But then all of a sudden, a younger version of Lukas was pushed into the ground and nobody paid attention to him.
