Right now, aura of wisps surrounded me as I stared blankly at a dark, barely lit surrounding that stretched far over the horizon, probably. Because I really can’t see well in the dark.
Suddenly, as if leading me to a way, the wisps that was swirling around me caressed their ethereal tail to my cheek, pointing me to a certain direction. Though puzzled, I decided to follow what these little ones instructed me; partly because they’re cute and enthusiastic—the only reason as to why these hands of mine didn’t pinch those fluffy looking rounded head of theirs is because they didn’t possess any solid body—the other part is because I simply didn’t have anything better to do.
Since the beginning, the idea of lucid dreams is what I could think about, given the situation that I’m in and the ability
