Free falling into the depths of my own despair. I can only feel my biggest fears. I can hear the solemn cries of the wicked ones as it drags me farther under than any dream ever could. A dream that is so real it feels like reality. He is calling me wanting me to join the darkest side to this crystal fortrice. He is getting closer now. I can feel him pulling me, calling me, wanting me. Then he comes into view with skin so red it burns brighter than the depths of where he came. No one can save me now except for him. The man with radiant white skin. A soul so pure you can feel it like a light mist flowing over you. He calls me too. My choice, My sorrow, My sin, My weakness. They are both calling me now, but which call I answer is my choice. I walk into the light. I bare the faces of my loved ones and i thank he for saving me. Until he is nothing more than a dream.