Caw…caw
Arwen's eyes fluttered open as she found herself in a familiar location.
The purple sky lacked a celestial body, the dreary atmosphere, and most importantly, the decaying smell of death.
The vividness of the scenery was one she was all too familiar with, after all, she had been a regular visitor to this strange dreamscape.
It first started when she turned 6, she began having nightmares of people dying and the worst part was, those people she dreamt about always ended up dying the same way they had in her dreams.
It was terrifying enough that a little girl was forced to wonder if she were some sort of demon.
Of course, as time went on, she gradually got used to it and after dipping her feet into the supernatural, the nightmares began to make sense.
"Hah…" Arwen let out a sigh as she watched a crow fly past.
"I wonder who it is this time."
