In the endless darkness, cramped quarters, and jumbled thoughts, Lumian found himself unusually frustrated, even within the confines of his dreams. He longed to rip apart the cage around him and shatter everything in his path.
Slowly, the realization dawned upon him that he was dreaming. He struggled to open his eyes and wake up, but his efforts were in vain. Each time he thought he had finally awakened, in the blink of an eye, he plunged into a deeper darkness and a more profound dream.
After an unknown stretch of time, Lumian naturally awoke to some light seeping through the curtained window.
It was 6 a.m.
Lumian raised his right hand and wiped his forehead, sensing a layer of cold sweat.
