#prologue

:3c teehee

close up of their face under here:

Epilogue speaks up now, of course, "We can't. Not possible. You know this." Which yes, of course Prologue knows this. It's in their code that they cannot enter the daycare. "I know." Prologue answers, his tone is more fragile, yet his fingers curl into the wood, it groans at the pressure. "Careful." Epilogue's raspy tone reminds him and Prologue lets his hand unfurl from the frame, his hand hovers before falling to his side. "Sorry." He whispers and Epilogue lets out a hum again, soothing and warm. "We should. Continue rounds." Epilogue reminds him but he doesn't move their body, he's making Prologue decide for them which is the usual. "…"

A clawed hand makes its way up to the rim of Prologue's faceplate, the tips of the claws caressing the beginning of the rays that come out from the side of his face. "Sunny." Epilogue whispers, claws sliding down to his side of the chest they share. "We have to. Do our job." And yet, he still doesn't move. Prologue sighs. "I cant, Moon. I… I want to be in there with them. It should be me in there with them." The hand falls from their chest. "Hm." Is all his other half says. Prologue's eye moves back to the window, he didn't know when he stopped watching. What he saw hurt more than whatever death could be, the new Sun and their beloved Star were hugging. A growl moves from his voice box and his hand curls into an angry fist. Prologue raises it, but he's stopped by his other hand, Epilogue. Claws wrapped tightly around his wrist. "No." Epilogue says, voice firm, filled with a mechanical stutter. "I know. It hurts. They are friends. With them. Be. Nice." Prologue sneers at nothing and lets both hands fall. "But what if we-" "No. Do not let fear. Eat you. Not again." Epilogue interrupts. "They love us. You know this. They have said this." He reminds Prologue.

"Right." Prologue whispers, his eye still trained on their star and the new Sun who seem to be playing some sort of jumping rope game now with the kids. You're laughing and smiling so brightly. The new Sun's rays are spinning in delight at the sound, he can tell. It feels awful. Epilogue chuckles. "Jealous?" Prologue grimaces, "yes. Of course I am!" He huffs. "No need to be. It. Or well, maybe you can be. Star likes it. Sometimes." Epilogue grins, "Not all the time. Though." He adds. They remember the last time they showed too much jealousy and their beloved got so angry. "Yeah, not all the time." Prologue agrees, tone muted, eye still focused on the daycare. Epilogue hums a sweet little tune, but prologue can't tell where its from. Is it a nursery rhyme? "Star!!! Star!!!" Epilogue's excited shout in their head snapped him out of it. "Huh?" Prologue muttered before looking down through the window. Epilogue's purring so loud their whole chassis is vibrating. Their star was staring up at them through the glass, eyes narrow and lips formed in a frown, a pout rather. They motion to their wrist, tapping a finger on their old wristwatch they wear. "Busted. Star is watching." Epilogue almost sings it, he sounds happy that they got spotted. Prologue gave their beloved a little smile, slightly embarrassed.

He watches their lips move. Oh, they're talking. Their Star is asking what they're doing here. Epilogue's clawed hand is on the glass caressing their Star or well their outline on it. Prologue chuckles, he shrugs. Star rolls their eyes before moving to the doors and opening them to peer out, they turn their head to look at them both. "I thought you two were doing rounds now?" They ask, confused, and curious. "Er… Well—" "We. Wanted to be with you." Epilogue, the betrayer, says. Star blushes something so sweetly. "Ah, I see." They let a small giggle escape their pretty lips, Prologue and Epilogue feel their wires twist so deliciously at the sound. Star speaks again, "I told you that today i had to help out at the daycare due to Sun's handler being sick." Their tone is apologetic, for no reason, Epilogue says in their mind. "We know. We just… Missed you during the start of our round. You hadn't come to say hello today." Prologue knew he sounded like a wounded puppy, but he couldn't help it. Thankfully their Star smiles up at them.

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☾ pairing: m!footballplayer x f!dancer

☾ cw/tags: swearing. original characters, college setting. mentions of cheating/betrayal. later in the story: slight mentions of stress and being overworked. a bit of angst, accidental friends to lovers, slow burn, slight flirting, fluff

☾ overview: at university, Julia spends most of her time in the studio practicing combos for dance classes or in the library distracting herself from a horrible betrayal by an ex. while in a rush to get to a rehearsal, she bumps into her school's star linebacker, Andrew, who was on his way to practice. From that day on, they started hanging out, becoming an unexpected duo around campus. but when she allows feelings to start growing for him, she wonders if it is possible for him to feel the same and if shes able to trust anyone in that way again.

☾ authors note: AHHHHHH!!!! im so excited to create this series. this is a bit different from stories i have written before. i hope you enjoy!! let me know what you think. requests are open, so send me a message!  the first chapter will be linked on my page directly to my wattpad!

☽☽ this story and those that follow are set in college and involve adult settings, thus making this story for adult eyes. MDNI! ☾☾

About the characters

(all new characters will be introduced as the story progresses)

Julia Lewis

age- 20

height- 5'6"

sign-virgo (september 12th)

pronouns- she/her

major- dance

Julia is a passionate and dedicated dancer. She keeps a strict routine when it comes to balancing her core classes, dance classes, studying, and outside-of-school activities. She studies various genres from ballet and jazz, to modern and contemporary. She's a perfectionist at heart, but beneath all that glossy exterior is a soft-spoken, sweet-hearted, zealous, and determined young woman who wants the best for herself. Julia takes her education very seriously , making sure to never miss an assignment deadline, though she does miss class sometimes. Recently, though, it’s because she's still recovering from a horrible act of dishonesty and infidelity.

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Andrew Green

age-22

height- 5'11"

sign-cancer (july 16th)

pronouns- he/him

major-health sciences, college athlete

Andrew is your typical college athlete. He likes parties and tailgating; he always has a girl swooning for him, which kind of boosts his ego. He doesn't focus on them much; he pretty much keeps to himself outside of events. He may be a human tank, but he is a big softy. When he is not in class or in a study group(which is mainly his teammates), he's at the gym or at rigorous football practices. Outside of football, Andrew is a huge science nerd. He decided to major in it for fun at first, but became enthralled with the topic. Anything he gets interested in, he becomes passionate about. His dad doesn't understand why he puts energy into that when he should just be focused on football.

-PROLOGUE-

Tuesday, July 14th- 8:45 am

Julia

*BUZZ*

*BUZZ*

Julia grunts at the sound of her alarm, letting her know it's time to get up. She swears she's a morning person, but as soon as she hears the unpleasantly loud sounds of a violin coming from her alarm, she wants to chuck her phone into the wall.

She rolls out of bed and immediately goes into her bathroom to wash her face. She sits and stares at herself for a minute, regretting life choices as she starts brushing her teeth, preparing for another long day of classes.

Julia starts getting ready to leave her dorm room, when she gets a call from the last person she wants to talk to right now. At all. Ever.

Her ex.

Frank.

Short for Franklin.

Long for Fuck-ass. (that's what her friends refer to him as.)

She knows she shouldn't answer, but the suspense as to why he was calling in the first place was killing her. Every fiber of her being was telling her to decline the call and ignore that little short son of a bit-

She hits answer.

"Hello?" She says with a bit of hesitance in her voice.

She's praying the line mysteriously disconnects.

It doesn't.

A man's prickly voice comes through the line, "Hey, Jae Bae! I knew you wouldn't decline my call."

She grimaces at the sound of his annoying voice and at the fact that he still has the nerve to call her that nickname. He said it was cute and that it made her sound more attractive when he called her that. Yeah, whatever the fuck that means.

"Do not call me that, Franklin", Julia says his name with as much malice as she can muster, trying not to cuss him out right then and there.

Franklin chuckles as he says, "Aw someone’s still bitter I broke up with them huh? Well I may be with Roni now but dont worry you still my bae."

Roni.

Veronica. Julia's friend since freshman year. They met in her freshman seminar class, something about stress management. They had been completely inseparable.

Well, that was before Veronica decided to sleep with Frank, on Julia's 19th birthday.

She buries that memory deep in her mind and asks, "Are you serious right now Fra-", but he cuts her off.

"See how you answered the phone for me. I know you still have feelings; it's normal to miss being with someone amazing like me, but you've got to move on."

Yuck.

This man can not possibly think she still has feelings for him.

After how badly he treated her, he should be grateful she hadn't run him over with an 18-wheeler. That's not who she is, though.

"Franklin, is that the only reason you called? To boast about your relationship, and tear me down?', Julia says trying to ignore the pain resurfacing in her heart. Quietly wishing she hadn't said it at all.

He fake gasps, " Julia, I would never want you to feel like I'm tearing you down. I'm so sorry. I'll tell you what you should come to this party for Roni and me. It'll cheer you up!"

"And why would I do that?'

A pause comes from the other line.

"...Don't you want to be there to celebrate our engagement?"

Wednesday, July 15th- 6:00 am

Andrew

....huff....

..............huff........

Andrew is up bright and early, doing pullups in his apartment's gym, while a Don Toliver song is blasting in the background.

Sweat beads have formed at the median of his forehead.

He's frustrated. That phone call replays in his mind from the night before.

Mr. Green always knows the best way to make his son feel extra special

"Hey, son, it's your pops. How have you been?"

A sigh escapes Andrew as he says, "I've been fine, what do you want?", feeling completely over this shit already.

"I just wanted to tell you that your play at last week's game could've been better", Andrew groans and cuts him off. "Really, Dad? Can't you congratulate me for helping us get yet another win this season? You just want to harp on any negative thing I do."

"Let me finish. I never said you played badly, you just need to play better, that's all." His dad grumbles, "Didn't think you'd be so sensitive about it"

Andrew rubs his face in frustration, "Yeah, ok, anything else, Dad?'

His father clears his throat, "Actually, yeah, Me and Cindy have a pre-planned event to go to on Thursday. It's some gala that her reading club is throwing. Anyway, I know it's your birthday and all, but I promised her we would go. You understand, right? Of course you do," His dad chuckles to himself.

Andrew always has hope that one day his dad will come through for him and be the support that he needs, but every time, he is left disappointed. He chose his second wife over his own son and criticized him in the process. Not that he cares much about his birthday, his dad never cared to put much effort into that part of Andrew's life, so he stopped expecting much as he got older. It's the fact that Andrew has been working his ass off since he got to university to show his dad he's worth caring about and his dad still can’t muster up one “I’m proud of you, son”

Andrew drowns out the rest of his dad's words and doesn't even get to respond when he says, "You've always been so understanding. Anyway, I've got to go, alright? Talk to you soon. Don't forget what I said about your plays. Bye now," and hangs up the phone.

Andrew plops down from the pull-up bar, trying to forget about that draining conversation with his father. When you have a father like Andrews, good enough is simply not enough.

Andrew's dad, Andre Andrew Green, was an NFL star back in the late 90's. He played all through high school and into college, and expected Andrew to follow suit. When he tore his ACL one season, he was forced to retire. Ever since then, he has wanted his son to also go pro; that's why he's so overcritical.

He's always quick to remind Andrew, "You being '"'good enough'"' is not enough".

With a groan, Andrew heads back to his apartment to shower. He reluctantly wants to do anything today; his teammates are planning something to celebrate his birthday, he has a pending presentation deadline, and oh yeah, late-night football practice. Gosh, he wishes he had slept in today.

He keeps repeating his dad's words in his head over and over.

He knows he's been doing a phenomenal job as linebacker for his team; part of him wishes his dad could see that. Instead, he sees what Andrew didn't do right, or could have done instead.

All of it overcrowds his mind as he gets himself ready for what is probably going to be the longest day of his life.

☾ authors note: i hope you liked this sneak peek of "best for you". if you liked this snippet, be sure to check out my wattpad for the first chapter that will be published soon! i will be posting more snippets of the story as it progresses on my blog. i cant wait to create this beautiful story, and i hope you all enjoyed!

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𝐎𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫 "𝐒𝐩𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐲" 𝐃𝐢𝐚𝐳 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐂𝐖: 𝐌𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞

The room exuded the scent of red peonies, vanilla, and copal incense. Amid the accumulated smoke, [Y/N] sat at her vanity, plucking her eyebrows to perfection as they were the first step in her makeup routine. Today wasn't a normal day—the first brushstroke of makeup felt like it could change the course of everything. Although her work would most likely go unnoticed, today was [Y/N] and Oscar's third anniversary. Three years of stolen kisses under the stars, whispered nothings, and unbroken promises. True, devoted love.

The sun was just beginning to set, and while some peoples days were ending, [Y/N]'s was just beginning. This was how her life was and she loved it.

Oscar Diaz, the young man she had been with since they were fourteen—they were each other's first everything. To say [Y/N] was devoted to Oscar was an understatement. Her behavior over the years had earned her the nickname "La Crazy." While it irritated her at first, after a while she claimed the name and wore it proudly. [Y/N] would turn Freeridge inside out if it meant making Oscar Diaz smile—the kind where his eyes would crinkle and his adorable dimples would appear, the one that had been hers since they were fourteen.

Oscar would always chuckle whenever he heard someone shout "Spooky, La Crazy is here for you," because not long after, he'd see [Y/N] storming over to him in a rage because she'd seen another girl get too close to him. "Eres mi loquita" Oscar would whisper when they cuddled late at night, in response [Y/N] would press soft all over his face.

"You're just now getting ready?" A voice jolted [Y/N] out of her trance like state.

She looked over to see her caramel skinned younger brother in the doorway—richly tanned from his time spent under the sun.

"No, I'm not getting ready I'm going to bed." [Y/N] remarked sarcastically, to which Matteo rolled his eyes.

"Y'know mom is gonna be pissed when she finds out you're out after she's gotten home from work, right?" Matteo learned on the doorframe, arms crossed.

"If she finds out that is. Plus if she does, I'll just say I was over at Daliah's and lost track of time." [Y/N] shrugged, Matteo gave a pessimistic look as he scanned her appearance.

"Are you and Spooky goin' out or something?" Matteo asked, his brows furrowing. [Y/N] was extra glittery tonight.

"It's our anniversary." [Y/N] replied matter-of-factly. She then turned back to her mirror, resuming her makeup with a brush of blush.

A quick glance at the clock told she had another hour before it was time to leave and make her appearance at Oscar's block party. The thought of finally seeing him made her heart flutter—he had been busy all day with the Santos, handling whatever jobs he had been assigned. Because of this, they weren't able to celebrate their anniversary properly, which had led to a heated argument the night prior when Oscar had cancelled all of their plans for the day due to "Santos Business" that she couldn't know about.

The two apologized earlier this day via text and exchanged their usual daily affections. However, [Y/N] didn't tell Oscar she'd show up at his party tonight. He was under the impression they'd celebrate their anniversary properly tomorrow—which was true—but she still wanted to see him on the actual day.

"That's corny as hell," Matteo chuckled.

"Did you know you don't need love to be happy in life, look me!"

"That's because no girl wants a guy who spends his days smelling like sweat, only eating cheese puffs, and playing Fortnite." [Y/N] snapped, to which Matteo scoffed.

"No, that's because I have a job as a Fortnite positivity speaker—which is a full time job—which means I don't have time for women, even though they all want me." Matteo remarked with a stern expression.

There was a pause following Matteo's response, which made him smirk in empowerment.

"Oh you're serious!" [Y/N] said before bursting out into laughter.

"Y'know what? Screw you," Matteo frowned, clutching his chest dramatically.

"This conversation is wasting my time! I have people waiting on me to help carry the team!" He spat, pushing himself off the doorframe and walking back to his room.

[Y/N] chuckled to herself as she finally started styling her tight curls. She'd leave them down tonight—just the way Oscar liked. By time she was finished, everything on her was done exactly  the way Oscar liked.

[Y/N] glanced at the clock. It was time to go. She didn't take long to grab her purse and keys before heading out. Out of her room and down the hallway she walked, the scent of [Y/N]'s copal incense and Matteo's shouts of profanities at his small, hand-me-down television fading away as she exited the front door.

[Y/N]'s car was a two door, 1952 Chevrolet Styleline Deluxe with white wall tires, and a teal sparkly finish that she had painted herself. The vehicle was one of her most prized possessions—not only was it her first car, but also because Oscar had helped her obtain and fix the vehicle up. It was yet another reminder of why she devoted herself so much to him.

When the dark haired young woman finally arrived to the party, her presence had heads turning.

"Aye! It's La Crazy!" A male voice shouted as she stepped out of her vehicle, she confidently grinned, recognizing the voice.

"Smiley!" [Y/N] warmly called back as she walked over to the group Smiley was with. She scanned their faces: Yelena, Beto, Chaparro, and Sad Eyes.

"[Y/N]! Girl I thought you weren't coming, why are you so late?" Yelena said, immediately pulling [Y/N] in for a deep embrace. Yelena smelled of cinnamon, hair that was fried straight, and the sweet-candy scented candles from Bath and Body Works.

"I was getting ready! You know I had to take my time,"  [Y/N] began with an excited grin "It's June thirteenth!" she continued, watching as the guys exchanged confused looked while Yelena's face lit up.

"Stop talking to us and go see him now! I'm pretty sure he's inside!" Yelena giddily spoke as she bounced in place, pushing [Y/N] away.

"Okay okay!" [Y/N] giggled as she rushed off, her smile uncontrollable.

"What's June thirteenth?" Chaparro questioned, the young men all looked at Yelena with curiosity.

"[Y/N] and Spooky's third anniversary!" Yelena grinned. "Isn't that so romantic?" she sighed longingly.

"Yeah, three years of being able to hit all night, every night sounds pretty romantic to me" Beto snickered, making a thrusting motion that earned a look of disgust from Yelena and Sad Eyes while Chaparro and Smiley chuckled it off.

"That's why you don't got a mujer Beto," Sad Eyes said. "You joke around too much. Chicks don't like that shit."

Yelena nodded in agreement.

Meanwhile, [Y/N] pushed through the crowd that overfilled the inside of Oscar's house. If it felt crowded outside, it felt suffocated inside. The bass of the music vibrated through her chest, and all she could focus on was how her stomach flipped with warmth. After a long day, she'd finally get to see her Oscar.

With no sign of him around, she forced her way toward the backyard, the only place she knew he'd be. The thought of seeing his smile and his eyes light up when he'd see her sent a shiver of joy down her spine. Three years. Three years of him choosing her, of everything about him intoxicating her like a drug she never wanted to quit.

As she neared the back door, the sound of the voices from outside became more apparent. As she shoved the door open, laughter drifted towards her. Oscar's laughter. It caused her heart to skip a beat.

[Y/N] shoved through yet another crowd, her eyes locking onto Oscar's shaven head. There he was, just like she figured—cigarette between his fingers, lounging in a white lawn chair. When she finally pushed through the last person needed to clearly see him, like [Y/N] expected, there Oscar was with a cigarette in his mouth sitting on a white lawn chair.

What she did not expect was a straight haired brunette to be perched up on his lap, her lips pressing kisses on him exactly where [Y/N] always did. Oscar's hands were on this girls waist, exactly like how they would be on [Y/N]'s. His laughter was still ringing in the air, oblivious that she was here.

[Y/N]'s vision blurred. Blood rushed to her head, her ears ringing. Her fists clenched so tight that it felt like her sharp acrylics could draw blood, her chest heaving as if she had been sucker-punched. The music, the laughter, the smoke—it all faded as if she were in a dream. This had to be a sick dream.

She couldn't breath, couldn't think, only move.

Within the blink of an eye, [Y/N] charged forward to the scene. Her heels stabbing into the grass.

In one violent motion, [Y/N] drove her fist straight into the side of the brunette's head. The crack of the impact echoed in the now stunned silence. The girl's head snapped to the side, her body toppling off Oscar's lap as she crumbled to the ground, hand flying to the side of her bloody face.

"Aye [Y/N], chill out girl!" Oscar called out as he raised his hands with furrowed brows. His protests were useless.

"Happy anniversary, pendejo," [Y/N] sharply spat shoving Oscar's chest with both hands, the white lawn chair tipping over with a hollow thud as he hit the ground.

She loomed over him, chest heaving, her voice trembling with fury as the crowd around them  froze in place, watching.

"Three years," she hissed. "And this is how you celebrate?"

Then—a sharp splitting pain erupted in the back of [Y/N]'s head. Her vision blurred as she stumbled forward, her knees nearly hitting the ground. She whirled around, hand flying to the throbbing spot, her fingers coming away with blood.

The brunette stood there, a jagged piece of firewood clutched in her hand, her face twisted in rage.

"Who the fuck do you think you are, bitch!?" the brunette snapped, her voice dripping with venom. "You don't ever put your hands on me, you crazy put–"

[Y/N] didn't let her finish. With a growl, she lunged.

Before that night, La Crazy was just a nickname the neighborhood had given [Y/N], it was a reflection of the devotion everyone saw in her for Oscar Diaz. To some it was a mockery, a dig at how far she'd go for him. To others, it was a term of endearment, a nod to the way she loved him without hesitation.

However as [Y/N] took out her rage on the brunette who was most likely just as innocent as she was, the name La Crazy became bigger than Oscar ever was. As [Y/N] ruthlessly beat the brunette in front of her to a pulp, it was clear something in her had snapped. The hatred coursing through her veins at that moment felt stronger than the love she'd ever had for Oscar.

[Y/N] heaved once she finished her attack, her chest rising and falling as if she had just run a marathon. Her hands were red, knuckles split but she didn't care. She trembled with fury, her entire being radiating it.

[Y/N] was silent as she scanned her surroundings. The crowd had grown—there were faces she recognized, faces she didn't. "Are you happy now!?" She screamed, her voice cracking as she whipped her head towards Oscar.

He stood there, silent, his expression deadpan. Unmoved.

"I hate you," [Y/N] growled from the depths of her being. She locked eyes with him, her gaze burning with animosity—those were same eyes she once looked into with love, with trust, with everything. "You will never come near me again" she said, voice shaking but firm. She stared at him for a couple seconds more before turning her heel and storming out.

It wasn't until she reached her car where reality finally hit. The cold metal handle and lingering scent of paint grounding her to reality. This wasn't a nightmare, this wasn't a bad dream she could just wake up from.

This was real.

[Y/N] broke into a sob, her body almost falling over as the weight of it all came crashing down on her. The tears came hot and fast as she fumbled with the car door. She sank into the drivers seat, her hands gripping the wheel like it was the only thing stopping her from falling apart.

The young man she saw moments ago wasn't her Oscar, that was a completely different man. But then again, who's to say her Oscar was even the real Oscar? Only one thing was clear here, Oscar Diaz was an impersonator. Questions of what was or wasn't true during these past three years flooded [Y/N]'s mind as she shakily started the ignition.

This really wasn't a sick dream.

My most recent artfight attack (literally posted less than an hour ago)

im so obsessed with this man its not even funny

thank you @vacantfields for Prologue and Epilogue

“Monologue”: Once your mind is able to connect with anything, many thoughts will become special.

In a calm neighborhood where birds chirped and trees rustled, the sun rises over the hills as a brand new day was about to begin. As its light seeps through the blinds of a window, a young man would eventually awaken with a quiet yawn. “The sun seems a little brighter today”, the young man thought to himself. “But at least the sky is as clear as day~.” “Jarron! It’s almost time for class! Please get ready~!” Jarron’s mom calls out. And with that reminder, the young man begins his day.

Jarron’s days aren’t anything out of the ordinary. He goes to school to study, he plays video games at home and he takes the opportunity to draw pictures, featuring characters he personally feels fond of. A good amount of those characters came in different shapes and sizes-with some looking more unique compared to another. One character may appear cartoony while another showcases realistic proportions. Each and every one of them had a distinctive design-all of which are adored by the young artist, even if they were created by individuals with broader imagination.

As the evening began to settle in, with one long day over, it was time to rest as Jarron freshened himself for bed. As the young man laid down on his bed, he couldn’t help but wonder how life would be if things were more unique. Being able to roam past the green hills, soaring towards the distant galaxies, living in the bustling city and venturing to lands beyond his own. And if he were to meet people like the characters he’s loved for most of his life, then maybe…Life would be more fun than before!

“One day,” Jarron says to himself, “I’ll partake in those adventures. Somehow…In some way…” Soon enough, Jarron closes his eyes and falls into a deep slumber. Although the thoughts of being in worlds he adore still lingered within that slumber. That’s when something majestic happened. As Jarron remains asleep, a mysterious force surrounded his body before making his essence sink into the depths of an empty void. Nothing else existed as he descent slowly into the dark. But upon one deep breath after another, things began to manifest as well as patterns lighting up the void. The void lit brighter the deeper Jarron fell, so much so that the light seeped through his lids of his eyeholes. And just when he was about to reawaken from his slumber, the young dreamer would find himself beyond his usual world.