"Darkness, finally this dream is over. It seemed to never end, just a fragment of my memory." He lay afloat in an endless abyss. "Peace here I come— but, why does something seem off?"
'Have you been forgiven?' A voice spoke, one unfamiliar to him. As he looked left and then right no one could be seen.
"Huh? Who was that? Is someone here?"
'Find me, Zlatan.' A glitching image suddenly appeared out of nowhere before him, a bright light orb or so— he couldn't tell. "I await you."
"It speaks?" He thought aloud, baffled that the voice came from the glitching entity he was seeing.
'Find me, Zlatan.'
"Are you real?" He questioned still intrigued and puzzled.
'What type of question is that?! Of course, I'm real, you hit your head or some—' Just like that it was gone as if it was never there, leaving a wide eye and shocked Zlatan behind.
