I see myself flying. I'm flying high in the sky. I touch the clouds, the clouds funnel at the touch. I awaken, crying. I'm in a padded room. A guard comes in. He drags me off into a different room. He tied me to a chair, I feel the metal against my wrist. He put a thing on my head. He injected me with a needle. I feel the liquid running through my veins, the burning almost felt like fire.
I sat in that chair, I see a man with a
dark face. It was the face of darkness, the face of death himself. I can't describe it. All of a sudden, I see him aim his scythe at me.
I thought I was dead, then I was grabbed, and dragged away by a strange force.