Everything was so dark. Again. So silent and so lonely but at the same time not, something is seeing him, and he doesn’t know where the is it, It’s so scary.

–“Someone can hear me?”

- …

Nothing or nobody response at the question.

– “I want to get out of here! Can you hear me??

-The light...

What the was that? that deep voice is in his head? But this time is so close that he feels the vibe of that voice in all his body.

-Hello? Can you help me please? I want to get out of here…

-The light….

-What light? I can’t see anything! Where is the light?? Please get me out of here.

The tears were threatened to fall, the darkness was suffocating him.

-The lights Baek... The light.

And then his name in that voice, was a resemble of some memory that he doesn’t remember but he wishes he could. is he in danger? He needs him? Suddenly all the fear became a deep anger, and nothing else matter but him, the owner of that voice… After realizing it the lights was burning on his hands.

He was sweating; the cold night in Seoul doesn’t give him excuse to say that he wasn’t afraid of that nightmare, with this, it’s the 5^th time in month that he has the same nightmare not explanation of this dream was found in Google. But why him? His close friends never dream something similar… or not that they told to him.

It was 3 of morning not a good hour to get out of the bed, instead of that, he tried to fall sleep again, but failed, when he closes his eyes looks that suffocating darkness.

That voice, that voice that sound so familiar but not. He never listen anyone with that deep and y voice, he was trying to put a face to that voice; suddenly the rain outside was helping Baekhyun to falling to sleep.

We were so out of reality; reality is something that we can prove. And our powers are so incredible.