When David opens his eyes, he doesn’t recognize the place he finds himself in. A vast land with nothing to see but rolling fog and a wide mirror-like lake that reflects the sky. He is lying face-down on the grassy field so he slowly rises to look around. A few steps away, a little girl with glowing butterflies following her around like neon lights stands beside a man with hair like spun silver. The little girl walks towards him with a big smile while the man reluctantly follows. “Welcome back, dearest.” She says warmly. What? David looks behind him, wondering if the little girl is talking to someone else. However, no one else is around so he turns back to face them with a confused look on his face. “What a mooncalf,” the silver-haired man sneers. “I told you Deirdre is going to chew

