Dream A figure Waiting above the sleeping human. A sack in hand filled with dreams. Another figure waits but with evil and nightmares. Sensing it near, the human shakes in fear. The good figure Then sprinkes air herbs to calm the human. There is a war between dreams and nightmares. The war is forever, So be careful at choosing your side.

Ghost Story What is the story beneath the foundation of the building? Who was murdered in this room and why? The walk through The ghost town Made me think Of all these questions. Who was the victim? Who was behind the weapon? Whose heart was broken and who broken it? Only remnants of history Can piece The story together That changes As time goes by. Who was buried in a cemetry with a funeral? Who was just buried? And who was forgotten? Only the ghosts of the past Can tell me The real story.

Was It Fate? Was it fate that we met like this? I doubt it. I was always paying attention to my brother that I had no idea you existed. Your face was blurred when I was around. It unblurred after the kind gesture you did for me. So let me ask you: is this really fate?

Betrayal By Night I used to remember staying up late to watch the moon, stars, and clouds mix together into a beautiful picture. I used to stay awake for a while longer, to watch the moonlight glow into my room through the curtains, creating beautiful lines of blue and black. But over the years, a fear came to me. I feared that the darkness can hide terrible things. I suddenly started to sleep than watch the beauty, feeling my heart jump at every sound, pulling the covers over my head. I used to pretend I was the Queen of the Night, calm and collected, beautiful and moody. I used to pretend I have control of the night and stars. But the night, my loyal friend and subject, betrayed me almost like King Henry V and three of his men. The night robbed me of my love, filling me with dread. I used to love the night, what had happened to me?

Valentine's Today is the day, to tell you that I love you. Do you love me, too?