In my dream, I find myself standing in a strange room. The walls and ceiling are curved and gleam like silver. Strange acidic smells fill the air. I’ve never seen anything like this before.
Two men stand nearby. The first has brown skin and a lion’s tail—that means he’s a quasi demon from Purgatory. He also wears short white robes. Aquila’s talked about these before; she calls them lab coats. The name Liam is written on a card that dangles from his neck.
The second man is a ghoul who’s deathly pale with all-black eyes. He’s dressed in a long black robe—that’s the classic garment for all ghoul kind.
Neither of them are aware that I’m here. That’s not so strange for a dream. They chat while using odd words like dark matter and quantum mechanics. My friend, Aquila, is an archangel who can
