The dream.

Mich wandered down the silent caves of the Nocturnal District, through the meaningless void of dark and stone.

Mich was dressed in a proud tuxedo, combined with a velvet tie.

Mich was heading somewhere. Where, my mind couldn't reveal.

The caves: darkness coated. Yet, as Mich wandered deeper into the bowels of the earth, the darkness became strangely lighter.

Mich muttered something under his breath.

It sounded like nothing and everything at once. How did that work? It didn't, it was a dream.

The light streamed from small bulbs attached to the ceiling, yellow and bright.

Mich stumbled down a small corridor cut from the earth, a grand staircase in the earth's crust around him.

It went on for an eternity, by the time it was over the dream was nearly over.

But for that small time where Mich was at the bottom of the stairs.

He was in front of a vault door, made of rusted steel that had seen better days.

The button, red and bold.

Pressing the button: vault door creaking open.

A human figure behind the vaults opened contents.

Judy woke me up.

She was tugging at me to wake me from my slumber, to awaken my senses.

She was mumbling about a wolf, a reception, and the news.

"What on earth are you talking about?"

"The wolf we saw two days ago? He's on TV!"

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The reception room was busy with sounds of the sipping of coffee, and the conversations of relaxed patients. Judy had pulled me and my limping legs all the way down the hospital just to this room.

On the TV, a white Bengal tiger was interviewing a well dressed timber wolf holding a nervous stutter. No explaining who he was.

"Humans existed millennia ago. All cities built by them: destroyed by the earth's c-rust. Thing is, their creations still e-xist: buried ruins underneath the earth. That's how I found out about them.

Why should we care about humans? Good question. You see, we have found out something that deserves mass attention.

Humans ate animals for pleasure back then."

The room paused into silence.

I can't finish this.

It's hard. It's not what I want to write.

You are allowed to finish this as a seperate fanfic, but i won't be making it anymore.

Goodbye.