“ Sometimes I keep dreaming, trying to escape the hostile reality drowning us in its dirt. However, no matter how amazing the dreams may seem, they are always just a reflections of real life events trying to redeem themselves by adding something mysterious into them. The world never changes, it merely gets hidden under a mist of mystery, covering the most imperfect parts of it. But is it really good this way? Remove everything pointless from this imperfect world and it would even lose its imperfection. Dreams are intriguing ways of hiding from the world that does not accept us the way we are. In our own dreams we are able to make out the reality which we fit into, a personalized wonderland. All of this is true and yet, why do we keep having evil nightmares that halt our whole beings, the happiness away from them? “

Yaebin stopped to take breath and looked at the tall girl who was sitting on the stairs leading to the bar they have escaped. Surrounded by a summer night, everything seemed as mysterious as if it came right out of Yaebins speech. The tall girl was holding her cigarette that was slowly starting to stop emitting its poisonous smoke but she did not seem to mind. She was just silently staring at the tiny girl, looking totally astonished by her little monologue.

The light and subtle music could be heard from the bar, a mass of people getting drunk and letting loose. Yaebin, however, was not seeking for a drinking buddy on that certain night, not at all. She was trying to find someone to talk to, and not just someone. She was looking for her tall goddess, the person she has been yearning for ever since she saw her for the first time.

“ Are those dreams really as evil as we interpret them? For instance, having a dream about a nuclear explosion is not necessarily an unpleasant experience. If you do not mind, and even if you do, I will tell you about the dream that keeps repeating itself like the moon orbiting the earth. Me and my father are sitting in the smallest room located in his house, just under the roof. We are watching the dim world through a tiny window, talking about nothing in particular. Just sitting there with a slightly dismal feeling fills me with a strange sense of comfort. And then it happens, an atomic bomb hits the surface of the third planet from the sun. The world ends in a spark but I remain sitting there, all alone. What I