When I dream I want to leave. This place... it's nothing to me. When i dream the buildings are on fire. It makes me want to run to get higher and higher. But running gets me nowhere. But nowhere is much more now... It's my favorite place; Dark & Cold. But not this time... Now the fire... it's everywhere even nowhere. Now my place is burning with fire everywhere, floating ash in the air, bitterness and regret. Hoping soon I'll wake up walking through the lit city and ash, trying to get away from this horrible flash, but when I wake up I'm holding ash.