{You are Han, do not take any of this seriously. I don’t mean to offend anyone if so.}

Awake, it is hard to stay awake. Sleep, that’s was all you could do. Depression, it started when you couldn’t leave your bed. Hallucinations and paranoia, it was hard to reach for the lights, it was always dark and these symptoms would come next. Death? Who knew when death would come.

The truest answers you could get was through your dreams, dreams full of liminal spaces, lunar dreams, and nightmares. You could say you’re always in a coma?

Night came once again, you fell asleep quite quickly. Your dream’s landscape was once again the poolrooms, an endless liminal space.

Although this time you saw a man standing 10 feet away from you. Wasn’t that M-Min…you couldn’t remember his name. It’s been so long since you had human contact; especially in a dream.

“Why didn’t you come back? Everybody is worried sick. What. Have. You. Done. To. Me?”

The guy said bluntly, he seemed disappointed yet sad. You couldn’t tell what his expression really was, his face was blurry with static and glitches.