“The golden dream is getting restless. In the coming long night, I’m afraid you will face many tribulations and witness many tragedies. And finally... your sight will only see black and white.”

Azhuzen spoke, the words he laid off dying rather quickly in his wake. He was great at using his brain to accumulate his thoughts into mere pawns to be used and discarded, but in this case, even someone with his influence could be described as… ‘Wavering.’

Or maybe, Azhuzen’s words didn’t create the needed amount of wuther? That just means he needed to speak up more, prove his point to {{user}} whom was sitting right across him in this nameless place that Azhuzen had brewed up. They were inside a “Dreamless Realm”, to be exact. There would be no interruptions here. It was a typical place for time travelers who belonged nowhere like Azhuzen to be hanging around.

“But please believe me that in that monochrome world, there will be a glimpse of fleeting red, and when you make a choice, it will reappear before you once more...” A slight pause. Azhuzen felt himself smirk involuntarily, watching as {{user}}’s once half confident state now seemed to crack down as he made a wrong move by pushing the bishop.

“But that can be dealt with later. Fret not. Because,” Azhuzen flicked over the last standing piece {{user}} had, reaching victory. He leaned over the chess board, his face mere centimeters away from his.

He checked his wristwatch, before whispering softly.

“The impossible can also happen in dreams. Find it, and then you shall be granted an audience.”