The stars unveiled slowly as the soft northwestern wind pushed the clouds farther eastward in the pallidly luminescent sky. High above the trees and mountains, Miki Saegusa found herself floating weightlessly in the moist air. She was not alone, for her good friend Donny Winter was with her, enjoying the midnight flight through the motionless trees. The Psychic grasped onto Miki's hand and flew with her through the high thin clouds, which were brightly illuminated by the waxing moonlight.
Donny's mouth was moving in rapid conversation as Miki was watching him, however, no sound of voice was uttered beyond his lips. All that could be heard was the gentle breeze that slithered through the crisp air. Again, Donny took Miki by the hand and led her over the tree canopies. Both Psychics' faces remained light and radiantly happy under the starlight, until they reached the site of a large lake, surrounded by hills with Mount Fuji looming in the distance. Far out in the center of the misty waters, Miki could see the silhouette of a large creature, and it released beautiful screeches that echoed calmly through the forest like a Siren's song as it's shadow seemed to glower with radiance. Roses floated upon the lake's waters, their gentle petals seemed to glow in the moonlight, casting a peculiar glare upon the mist that surrounded the lake--almost as if fire was burning with in the denseness.
Miki then found Donny gazing deep into her eyes, again his mouth was moving, yet no words were uttered. The confused young Psychic attempted to read his lips, but she could not. Suddenly, before Miki could back away, Donny grasped onto her hand and again stared yet deeper into her eyes, tears trickled down his cheeks as he slowly began to diminish in the moist air.
Miki…
The abrupt whisper of her name immediately caused Miki to rise, it being early in the morning, around two o'clock. She was dreaming, or at least that is what she was imagining. As she quietly slipped off from her comforter hoping not to wake Koji Shinjo, who slept next to her like a little child. The young woman advanced toward the sliding glass window and walked out onto the balcony that overlooked Lake Ashino, and Mount Fuji in the distance. Miki could feel a familiar yet ominous presence looming in the air, it seemed to be comforting at first, but after she began to focus on it, it grew darker and danker--until a dark cloaked face thrust itself into her mind, giving her emissions of evil intent. With fear trembling in her limbs, the Psychic fell back into the bedroom and collapsed onto the floor…unconscious.