~ This Dream ~ I reach my hands towards the moon shining amidst the floating darkness Distant dreams, beyond my grasp... Far enough for me to long Countless chains are bound to me, my weak body restrained by blood red What a cruel, inescapable fate Never to be freed from it -----~---~---~----- "By your Oath and your Will, you accept a next existence in Their World. Drift then, away from your mortal realm..." Leiobea. Governed by the absence of logical possibility and boundaries of normality, one could not simply refer to it as a world, or a dimension for the matter. In truth, it was imperviously constituted by Realms chained together by the force of an unorthodox essence called Dreamflow, profoundly woven into the fabric of reality of this tangible reverie. Exceedingly blue, the sky extended indefinitely high above in an almost paradisaical glory. It was nigh-cloudless, with fluffs of cotton-white gliding calmly throughout it, like an imaginary sea. This was, however, overshadowed by a notorious, baffling detail: the lack of a sun. Despite that it was evident the atmosphere was, in theory, one pertaining to a bright and refreshing noon, there was no obvious source, no blazing sphere that would provide an all-encompassing illumination. It was as if, simply, the world was lit from an undefined point in the morning sky, generating light, casting shadows and providing warmth like a phantom sun. Grass consumed the ground entirely, and the scenery would have otherwise been a peaceful prairie if one omitted the presence of the palm trees, their trunks pale brown and featherlike leaves fanning out from the crown, receiving the nonexistent sunlight while providing an illogical shadow. Growing throughout the area copiously but, at the same time, calculatingly sparsely, they provided the notion of a tropical environment, devoid of sentient contact. That would, of course, exclude the existence of six individuals--six persons who had been transported towards this aberrant, extraordinary world. Words, fragments of sentences would surface, restrained from their torrenting thoughts, as one by one, they regained a consciousness that had vanished. Memories came, but their true essence was instantly fleeting, transient to clarity as they simply drifted away, filtered into a void of amnesia. Only scattered remnants were left, their selection varied among each and every one of them. Among their differing recollections, burned, imprinted vividly, were the words. The sympathetic smile. The Dream Contractor's transcendental oath. Was it an act of fate? Was it a game chance? Or was it a scheme? Uncertainty was left unanswered. And so, one by one, the Contracted awoke into This Dream.