The sound of boots hitting wet mud reverabate through the silent, dark and forested path. A man in hooded cloak stamped through the shadowed area. As if a tired, but determined lion, the man seemed fueled by pure willpower and instincts. He knew he would die if he quit. He knew that would be the end of his miserable existence. His eyes were locked on a light in the distance, inviting him in, drawing him closer with its very touch. As his face hit the wall of pure starlight, his eyes open wide as he witnesses a city in the distance, matted in black and white colors. And a whistling sound, as if a train, could be heard in the distance. 

My mind moved slowly, like the mud under my boots. My boots? Where did that thought come from. I heard heavy knocks quake the door of my bedroom, and an indistinct voice yelling from behind it. I yelled something indistinct by instinct, before using my whole body to move my hairless legs. Hairless? Adrenaline pumped through my veins. Something is wrong. The covers felt rough to my touch, and my eyes shot open to inspect exactly what. Rough, hard worked, wooden beams connected into a wall greeted my sight. Reminiscent the design of a classical wooden hut. I were not in my bed. 

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I felt myself begin to panic, and decided to calm down before I did anything stupid. It would be dreadful if I were to put myself in a greater mess than I already were. A voice in the back of my mind were telling me that I am on a tight schedule, having been woken by a stranger, but another told me the strangeness of the situation called for calmness. I took up a mediative position and focused on my breath, mindfulness... A tool I’ve called upon in many a situation. As I went through the usual motions, feeling the breath come through my nose, breathing it all out, not controlling my breathing, but being completely focused on it. I felt it. There is... Something else. It felt like drinking water for the first time after being stuck in the Saharra desert for a week. Droplets of something... Illusionary, were coming through my breath. Though illusionary, it felt more real than life itself. The feeling consumed me, sated a thirst I did not know I had. And a river of silvery, starlight matter flowed into me. 

My eyes shot open, and just for a second, anyone with a discerning eye could have seen a silver glow in the depths of my pupils. I took a deep shuddering breath, and my eyes shot to the door as I heard the sound of it being slammed open.