Inside the window at the middle of the white building, the curtains trembled, slamming themselves on the fragile metals at the edges of the window, covering the face of the bird clutching the obsidian sword under its beak.
Vaporised air gushed out of Kai's forehead, drying the sweat on his face and on the wet bed. His eyes flickered, remaining in the opening and closing sequence and making the light seeping out of them also blink.
In his dream world, purple light snaked at the back of his palms as they calmly rested on the head of the bird hovering in front of him, while he remained standing at the centre of the bone-filled land.
For two hours, he remained in the same position, allowing the visions reeling in his eyes to take over. But at the last second left for the country's to reach three o'clock in the morning, the vision stopped, leaving him stumbling back with wide eyes as if seeing a ghost rise to the living.
