Eyes glued at the wooden ceiling above him and hands resting at the back of his neck, supporting his head. Junhui was wide awake while laying on his bed, he was awoken by a dream, it was the same dream he keep on having ever since he was a child. What did it even mean? He wouldn't really know and the worse part is whenever he wakes up, he wouldn't remember the whole dream at all, just blurry images flashing before his eyes. White pupiless eyes, vast wings and a calm gentle voice that he didn't catch what it always said in his dream were the only ones he vividly remembers, as much as he wants to try and forget about it, he couldn't. How can he not make it as a big deal when its been happening for a lifetime now?