A very very silly dream, silly, but complete. I am not me, but also me. I come to a world with silly perspective, Modern architecture with swords, and lay-back couches. There's a great evil of this world, a disease, an root that grows within people unnoticed. It turns people into evil things, who then wanders to the dark plains beyond. The kingdom can only restrain their loved ones, watch them inevitably suffers and dies. I travel with a team into the dark plain to search for cure. The girl in the team eventually got infected, and so we settles at a slums of the plains. In desperation, she begs for mercy which I granted. I lift my blade high up ready to strike down. And as I do the roots burst out of her body to preserve their host. The roots is slain and the cure is found so we went back(the cure is foggy but I remember carving it into a stone in poem form for the world to see.) On the return parade, all my team sitting on lay-back couches, we watch the celebration. As if