"Are you happy in your life, Yuan?" A familiar voice whispers close in my ear as I sleep during the dark night. Slowly I felt myself levitate, as if clouds surrounded me. The air was not cold but not hot. The feeling on my skin numb and left me alone. I hear background noises ever so faintly, and blurry.
"Are you sure you are Yuan?" The voice again whispered. Slowly a hand grasps on my shoulder, as if pulling me towards him.
"You're not Yuan…" The voice gets louder and louder. The voice in my background gets clearer. I hear shouts and cries, slowly from faint sounds to clear screams of despair. My eardrums were ringing, as if shattering from the piercing sounds slowly entering my ears.
My eyes gently open as if being forced open with utter gentleness. I see a silhouette infront of me getting clearer every second I open my eyes wholly. I see a man, wearing nothing but something that looks like white fur with black stripes... A zebra man? ... A tiger?
"….A tiger…" He continued speaking. I felt a burning presence on my skin piercing my sense of touch. A feel of piercing swords shoot through my heart and stopped my breathing. There I saw him clearly. There I heard him clearly. There I knew him.
"You're a tiger…. You're not supposed to live like this…"
It was me