Dream.
He looks around.
Unknowingly existing in an unusual world.
Everything makes sense, or he simply does not give it thought.
The world is ever changing, resembling familiar environments he has seen throughout his life.
A deep unsettling feeling grows inside himself, something is off.
The world shifts dramatically to a much more familiar dark place.
He now stands facing towards the end of the hall.
A dark being forms out of nothing swelling with every second.
Fear.
He tries to move.
His legs fail him and his heart sinks as the Being approaches.
He looks away hoping Fear will leave, but he can sense Fear's presence growing.
The dark essence consumes him.
He feels something snap. A growing fire in his chest.
He feels his legs move, he stands and slowly turns to face Fear.
The fire grows and spreads from his heart to his mind.
His skin glows bright and burns the grasp of Fear.
Conquer.
He reaches towards Fear and grabs the center of the Being.
He looks into its eyes.
No more.
He crushes the core with his hand.
The Being shatters and disintegrates.
The world shifts and the unease fades.
He knows that the world he is in is not reality.
He wakes. A faint whisper. A faint thought replays over and over.
No more.