‘son…wake up’ Something was telling me in my dream, where sandalio and I slept in an abandoned den.
I woke up but I was still in my dream.
I didn’t knew where I was.
I looked around and around and around but it was pitch black.
‘don’t worry…’ A female voice recalled.
‘who’s there?? Who are you- wh-where’s sandalio!’
I looked around, until suddenly what I stepped on was wet, It was water…I hope.
Outta nowhere I saw the moon, then the stars appeared brighting as usual.
It appeared that I was floating on oben, nach oben of a lake, I was amazed…my reflection faced me, then scribbled away...