Where am I? I blink a few times as I look up into the bright sun. Am I outside? I sit up and I can feel the tall grass between my fingers, I feel a soft wind blow over my hand and when I look down I see a butterfly. The wings are shining in different colours, I can't believe what I see and I close my eyes slightly. When I open them again and look closer I see that it isn't a butterfly but a small dragon curling up on my hand. I look up to enjoy the sun but it isn't like before, it is black, a black sun, although it gives just as much light as it usually does, it just looks uncontrived.
The dragon looks up at me with clear red eyes and it begins to fly into the dark sky, I want to follow it. I stand up and look down, I am wearing a white hoodie and white pants, it looks like my usual clothes except for the colours, I usually wear black. I have bare feet and I look way too pale. I reach my hand to my back and I feel something big and soft, I pull it a bit and it feels as if it is attached to me. I let my fingers move along it and I realise that it's a pair of big wings. "I might really be dead" I say to myself with a sigh as I look at one of the wings, it is pitch black, a contrast to my white clothes. I hear a faint sound, music. Far away I hear a sound of a piano playing and everything around me becomes insignificant. I feel my feet take off from the ground. I fly bewildered through the air in the direction of the riot of tones.