C1100 The Dream World

Dusk had settled in.

The world appeared as if sketched by coarse strokes, taking on the bizarre quality of a graffiti or a rough drawing. Everything was veiled in a gauzy white mist, reminiscent of a dreamscape.

Heman gazed at the thin veil of white fog that surrounded him, the 'medium' that enabled his presence in this world.

This world was a 'dream world,' a reflection of the real world