I stand here in this twisted and shaking world. On the wildness of oblivion where nothing seems real and dreams keep us alive. I'm just staring into this nothingness that I've become accustomed to, hoping it'll get better, brighter, livelier - not knowing if I'm awake or asleep or lost somewhere between both.

I think I am sleeping...and I am struggling because for some reason I can't breathe. Its like a drowning sensation, but Im not drowning, I'm not even in water. So yes, I must be asleep. I feel sharpness digging into my neck and arms and body and vines slithering around my throat. I can feel but I can't feel, I can think but I can’t think. I’m confused and freaking out, grabbing my hands around what is attacking me, clawing. It pierces sharp little thorns through my hands and out the other side in places where the skin is thinner, such as the webbing between the fingers. Slower it happens and lower down my body it pierces through me. I know whats happening now, it’s the cloak - my beloved cloak is trying to kill me. Im too shocked to challenge it back, to try and fight it off. It loves me, and I love it...right?

I hear a mirror crack and I look into the broken glass. The image that haunts me back is my own, only it is not me. This reflection is pale, withered, dead. I feel lost in regret, like it is my fault she is so twisted and haunted. And I feel angry that she dare take my image. I am soaking wet with blood that begins to fill the room. And I start drowning. I hear the rogues voice but I can't figure out from what direction or realm.

But then…then I am running, I don’t think I knew know where I was running to but I knew what I was running from. And I wonder if we really are all that different. Maybe on the outside but on the inside, is she what I am? The rogue finally wakes me. And yes it was just a dream.

There are other things I want to write about, especially Branishor, but I cant gather my thoughts at the moment so I'll just say this. It has finally been cleansed (no unfortunately NOT the dark fire) and the merchants have returned. The new statue, the mosaic, the reflecting pool...and the stars we carved on the temple doors are all so beautiful.