Falling through the night sky,hopping that everything will be allright. Allways landing on some strange place in my falling dream,allways the same place. In this place theirs always an enormus building with light emmitting from it in diffrent color. Music slices through the thick fog that cralls toward me on the old stone streets. Envoloping my scences wih the sound and smell of gunpowder, a battle surounds the building but doesn't affect it all. When I get closer to the entrance the dream stops and a voice beconds me forth letting me know that I'm getting closer to who ever owns the voice.
