I'm in a dream. I know I am. The reason being is because I never usually dream. So when I do dream I know I am. Always found that weird about myself. I wonder what this dream will be this time. It's always different but always somewhat similar. It's a baby crying in a forest. Almost like I was, but then the story goes ahead of time. The baby is now grown up. It's a tiefling. A tiefling with demonic power. A power that scared most. But the tiefling only looked for love. A love that they would not find. The reason being, everyone was too scared of them. A sad fate for a sad tale.
I awaken.