As the girl leaves the room, the world grows grey, and you find yourself intoned to yourself.
Many voices make up your mind, yet they seem to collectively guide you, as you are guiding the girl.
A dream?
A dream!
A dream has made you, a long time ago. What kind of dream? You start to wonder.
Strange this infinite time between reappearing in the world again. Your mind wanders off, gazing at the ceiling you find a dark spot, which grows darker and darker, and also it grows in size.
Your gaze cannot close on this spot, and your mind begis to wander. Deeply into the darkness.
Engulfed in shadow you suddenly find yourself in the dream of a long passed friend.
A thunderstorm is raging, and the open sea is terribly shaky at this windy night. The men are unresting, as land has appeared in the distance.
Violent screams of an exquisite bloodshed beforehand. Agatha Ericson stands between the piratemen, wielding an axe. As soon as the land is struck, the vikings rage through the village. Bloodshed!
You awaken in the tightened grip of Agatha Ericson. Her dream has birthed you, in an emotional outburst. Just like a piece of art, you have developed a life of your own.
You realize that you are a figment of the mere reality of the thoughts of a young girl. Phew. You are quite devastated and shake between fright of death and anger about your silly little niche in the world. You come to realize, after a while, that you are also still existant, even though your creator has gone. You seem to be reactivated by the fantasy of this young girl.
Considering your feminine built, you find the connection towards the viking dream absurd, humourus, frightening, cliche, charming, delusional, and revolutionary. A mixture of emotions washes over you, as the room reappears and the girl is back.
Now, what do you do?