A lilac[family] that grows in Winter (revised)

I dream of agony, i dream of a man with a smile

I dream of those same distant worlds as before. The magnificent grande towers that seem so close yet so far. Like a facade of a memory. Everything is peaceful until everything seen as a dream turns worrisome and nightmarish, and then a voice slowly fades in. It's the voice of a man with immense power over everyone you care and love. It's the voice of a man who can manipulate everything against you. He whispers something in my ear.. And I woke up.
My eyes struggle to open against the cold icy arctic wind. I get my eyes open enough to just see the fine specks of white snow around my legs. Realizing that I'm not at the house, I quickly whip around my head everywhere I can to get some sort of idea of where I am. Though all I see is the bare Arctic with trees and snow the only thing for miles. I rapidly search my pockets for absolutely anything that can help or aid me, anything at all. I suddenly feel a thick rectangle in my coat pocket and take it out, it's the book. I open the book rapidly, quickly skimming every page to see if there is any information that can help and a small golden encrusted statue falls out. I quickly pick it up off the ground and hear that same voice from my dream. I look up from the hand that carries that small statue encrusted in gold with emerald eyes to see a man with a smiley mask.
At a closer look, the man stands at around 6'3" with a pine colored hoodie, black ripped jeans, onyx colored fingerless gloves, steel toed onyx boots, and coagulated crimson blood smeared across the ominous smile upon his face. The man wields a prune colored axe as sharp as the wit he carries in his confidence, though the axe sparkles like twilight. The man revolves the axe around his hands and dashes in for a strike... and I feel my chest tear open.
My eyes snap shut at the impact the axe has made waiting for once more what I make out to be my last breaths, but it never comes. The small golden statue suddenly starts to glow and gently lifts itself from my palm. I open my eyes to see the spinning motion and the sudden pain shoot through my skin like a bullet.
I can feel my old skin fade away as new skin covers it. The dragging of muscle and tissue against the new wound upon my chest. I can feel goosebumps on my skin as everything once scarred renews itself or fades. Bones popping out and then quickly being recovered by stretching of skin. It's the trade off of torture for escaping death.
As the torturous agony stops I go to look to see where the man with the smile went, only to look down five feet away to see the dead body of him at the feet of Techno. With that same sword once so prominently in its sheath now in his hand covered in the dripping crimson of the man in front of us.