I was asleep. At least, I thought I was asleep. My eyes were closed, my body was numb. It was like I was floating in a void. I was dreaming. There was a lot to take in, it was dark and bright at the same time. First, there was a glowing circle, separated into three parts, one of which slowly floated away, disintegrating. The two remaining parts cracked, one into five pieces and one into two. The made the shape of the Shibuya and Enyana villages today. It hit me. This was our history—not the Shibuya history, but the tribe’s history. But there were only two tribes, why had there been a third one? The dream continued as I was thinking, two figures walking, then a man, then a large oak tree, ending with two hands. And blood. Why did there have to be blood? The dream ended, leaving me alone, in a void of blackness. I wanted to wake up, to get out of this place. But my eyes refused to move, and I fell deeper and deeper into rest.
