Sinn Bana Schmidt-Bayer had a nightmare.
The weather in the dream was gloomy with a light rain falling from the sky, and he stood on a muddy road that seemed to stretch into infinity.
In his dream, he had turned into a Blue Giant, with his upper body bare, his lower body covered by only a piece of dirty rag and no shoes. His bare feet could feel the slippery mud flowing and shifting under the effect of gravity, almost as if it were groaning in agony.
"Squish, squish!"
"Huff, huff!"
The sounds of heavy breathing and footsteps were messily intertwined together.
He turned his head, and to his surprise found a familiar figure.
"Red Face? What are you doing?" Xin cried out, his gaze darting around. "Where are we now!"
Grey mist twisted and silently flowed around them, obstructing his vision.
Zhang Ji Xin had his head down, his body leaning forward. A dark rope was tied around his spine, extending into the foggy distance behind him.
