I always have this dream. In the void of my dreamscape, dark straw rustles as thirty-four giant rats encircle me. Above, the dark sky resounds with the eerie cries of crows, circling an immense, dome-like firmament. The air carries a pungent odor as a thick fog spreads under the cover of darkness. From the depths of this mist, a colossal throne emerges where two crown-wearing rats sit, overlooking the scene with their eyes glowing a demonic red. A rat with its body pierced with feathers descends from the back of the throne, clutching a rotting wooden staff. As the rat with feathers begins to play a haunting melody on a wooden instrument the strange music echoing through the fog. The thirty-four rats prostrate themselves before me, with their lifeless eyes fixed intently on mine. Everything halts as the rat with feathers ceases its bizarre performance and taps the staff against the ground. As I awaken from the dream, I see the flash of a spotlight and distant lightning streak past my window. In the darkness of the room, thirty-four pairs of eyes slowly open, one after another. I live within that dream, never truly waking."