A/N: Written for the Duel World Challenge, vs. Nightmare Penguin.
Dreams and Nightmares
19. Dream VIII
Everything vanished at some point, but it took it with it the last nightmare he'd ever have, because he awoke afterwards surrounded by light that was warm and inviting and holding him up, and a gentle breeze that invited him to lush green fields he could dash over and low flowing rivers he could run in and soak his pants through.
But Sorincha wasn't there. Only her mask, in his hands. And he wondered where she'd gone. Not with the desperation he'd searched the city for her though. That desperation was gone. He knew Sorincha was happy in her dream.