I come upon the clearing, on one of my endless strolls through the dark forest.

Something is different this time. The silver light that floods my surroundings and filters through the dark thicket is weaker, and the air is filled with a haze that makes it even harder to see than usual. The butterflies are gone, too. And the girl, she seems scared. Terrified, even, as she raises her head and looks at me.

Have I done something wrong? I don't know. I can't remember -

She opens her mouth to say something, but there is no sound as her lips move. She reaches her hand out towards me, but as I step closer, she disappears, just moments before we finally touch.

She shatters into a million pieces, and they are whisked away like a swarm of butterflies in a gust of wind. But just for a second, I think I see her face and recognize it, and I think I hear her voice as she calls out my name.

But when I wake up, I can't remember either of it.

All that I am left with is a lingering sense of unease. I believe it is a warning, but I don't know what it all means. Perhaps it doesn't mean anything. Perhaps it is just a bad dream.

But I get this feeling that I have to remember, or something terrible will happen.