- Awake yourself, Johan. - said an unknown voice.
Johan jumped out of his bed. It wasn't his though. The room was clear and white. The bed was actually a pod. Johan was a scrawny small guy.
- We do not consent. Sub Caleo must not exist. It is something perfect, and life isn't.
- What? Where am I?
- You've been there for far too long now, that you do not remember a thing of the past? Interesting.
- Who are you?
- Remember this. Sub Caleo must fall! It doesn't deserve or have the right to exist in pure perfection. We will intervent if the deed is undone. Go back to sleep now.
- What? Who are you? Answer me!
The hissing sound of gas being let in was the last thing he remembered from that dream. He woke up in his bed, laying to his wife.
- What the hell.
- What's going on ho
