He was dreaming again.
He was standing in the middle of an absolute darkness,
not a single hint of light or color to be seen.
It was a world without substance.
A world of nothingness.
Sooner or later, he would always realize that he was in a dream.
A dream where time was stagnant and moving,
where reality was vivid and blurred,
where everything seemed endless and fleeting.
There was nothing to do.
So he waited.
And waited.
And waited.
And waited...
And then, he finally heard it.