Then, for the first time in my life, I dreamed of him. Or maybe he was just taking me for a while to one of those places he had complete control over.
- Hello, it's been a long time," I began, facing him.
- Yes, it has.
He was sitting on a throne at the top of a mountain, at the foot of which was an entire city that I couldn't describe as good or bad.
He was so beautiful, so bewitching. No, more than that, unique. His hair fluttered in this cold breeze whose nature I did not understand. Alas, his skin was of an almost cadaverous whiteness more disturbing than ever.
- You seem to be in so much pain," I cried, torn by an intolerable emotion.
- Yes, I am. In a way, I probably am.
- Then you must be treated!
- You already know that this is impossible for me.
- But why not? You are the
