The Unspoken Truth Prologue

Dreams are always a mystery that’s incomprehensible even today. It’s like entering to another kind of world, a magical realm, I suppose. Each day, each week, each month, they are always different to different kind of people. And it’s weird how some people study on how dreams work, and it’s also amazing how premonitions in dream really do come true. But some dreams hold important meanings. Some dreams hold messages. Some dreams….hold a destiny uninterrupted by fate, but by what we do. It took place in a cloudy morning. It was a dream with sepia tones all over, even though I was just entering class. Silence. As I gazed over at the faces of my classmates, they showed no signs of expression, bland, dull faces, facing the whiteboard. I had wanted to ask, but no words came out. I panicked for a while, looking at my classmates again. This time I realized that they had no faces, so I couldn’t tell which one was which, even though I have been renowned for identifying students across the school. Then, it appeared. Seven out of thirty classmates suddenly exerted an aura of bleak darkness, as if it was tainted. And then, that darkness devoured them in different ways. One was literally smashed into pieces like a mirror, one dissipated into energy orbs; one even had been slashed into pieces, blood spilling out of their body like a fountain. It was a nihilistic sight. The ground shook. All that I can see had evaporated into an endless space of grey. I was floating in this emptiness, and I was falling down. It was getting dark at the bottom, and suddenly a person materialized directly in front of me. His appearance scared me to near death. My body rapidly stops operating, as if I had come to the end. “NO!” My head bumped the wall. “Ouch….” I was fully awake. I was still in my room. I was still alive. ”Ugh, one of those dreams again…” I mumbled as I let the light from outside invade every corner of my room. It was fairly shiny with little clouds in the air. The clock positioned itself to show that it’s 6 in the morning. And I’m still wondering.