I be stayin most nites alone in the flat this days n me dream from 2 nites agoes quite intoxicatingly esnaring was!
Back in me ol cowl of so calle called neigh and borgs I was,n at the first turn as I had suspectefs mugged I was but a fella whom I disliked from me early days y butt did save with is band of funny midgety like fighters,in his apartment about the state of things most dire e informed mes,n a magic solution once I got back ta me ol house,found me pet n sealed the doors I began to search fors...
A battle seemed to break n me antagonist my ol haven began to siege.
My progenitor still in bad terms was with me n worried little bout the outcome,when the doors fell n the attempts at barbariasn entered whatever spell I was etchins finally resulted n a force hunholy n demonic to rip and consume em began,the shouts of pain and agony satisfied my fearful self,for I knew otherwise those wailings woull have been my own.
My father at a wall was starin,I grabbed me pets n saw an ole friend o the family who suddenly was theres also lookin at the wall n he helped me tore it-and then...
I stood barely behind my comrade and beheld a rift below,a massive sky of azure n a cathedral of orthodox russian design in the horizon above it soaring this skyes most majestic I beheld a great dragon circumventing it,in a way sanctuary and freedom offering us...
I woke up quite exalted n not completely sure bout me surroundings,such it be with me when my threadings on Orfeus's land be intense...
