As I drifted off into my slumber, I catch a sight of the black night sky, wind that swirls with sound, rustling of leaves, soft sounds of footsteps. The bright moonlight embellishes us as starry lights lead the way, finding a path between good or wrong, hearing voices at my side, noticing the numbness I felt at that very moment. "I don’t know if am I black sheep or am angel! Who am I?" -Freya