The pain dulled and left my body with the last drop of my blood. My soul tried to go swirling through the dimensions but I was stuck here. Laying in sleep, yet cold as death. Then the voice I heard countless times before came whispering again.
" Again you find yourself faced with the void. So many times you have tried to find a purpose, something to fill the hollow of your heart. Again you fail. So many times as you failed, you define your own existence in failure. Are you not tired."
Not for the first time, the words hurt. But for the first time, I gave in. It was to be the last time too.
" Yes. ", I said. " I am tired. "
" I offer you the gift of dreams. Do you want it? "
" Yes.", I replied. " What do you want from me? "
" Nothing else. "
I woke up. The world was different. It was the same world, but my perception went vastly beyond it. I stood up and found myself in the center of a ritual circle. Somehow, I knew who did it, and why. The thought amused me. I was myself, but my feelings felt alien. My body felt foreign and incomplete. I knew what I had to do. What I had dreamed of for nearly a century.
I left immediately and set off on my path.
