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In the Waking World, human dreams resembled a flock of sheep wandering all over the place without a shepard to guide them.

Nagsimula at nagtapos ang gabi sa iba't ibang panig ng mundo, pero wala ni isang nagkaroon ng maayos na tulog. Hindi nila maaalala ang mga nangyari sa panaginip nila, pero maaalala nila ang pakiramdam ng kawalan pagkagising nila. In the morning, some people will no doubt tell this to others, but at the end of the day, everyone will just brush this off as a mere coincidence.

"Mama, tingnan mo naging prinsipe yung palaka!"

Pinuno ng boses ng batang babae ang pasilyo ng isang kulay kahel na kastilyo, guarded with life-sized Barbie dolls and pixies with glittering wings.

But the girl immediately stopped, realizing there wasn't anyone to call.

Matagal na nga palang namatay ang mama niya, kinuha ng mga armadong lalaki at 'di na bumalik sa bahay nila.

"Her Dreamscape... the negative emotions are altering it," Morpheus observed from where he stood, watching the little girl toss and turn in her bed. Yakap-yakap pa nito ang lumang Barbie doll na binili pa sa kanya ng yumaong ina.

Morpheus didn't even flinch as he watched this child's dream slowly turn to blank.

Ang kaninang masayang panaginip na punong-puno ng pag-asa, agad na napalitan ng pagkabigo at pagkadismaya.

Morpheus moved on, walking in the Realm as if he were walking in the park. Isa-isa, nasaksihan niya ang pagbabago ng mga Dreamscape, some worse than the others. Pabigat nang pabigat ang pakiramdam sa plane na ito, ngunit alam niyang ito pa lang ang simula ng mga problema.

And as he stood underneath the moonlight in the middle of an intersection, where human-made roads stretched in his every direction, Morpheus' navy blue hair caught the cold night breeze.

'Soon, it's time to catch the prey.'

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