You were walking around a strange landscape in your dream, wondering where you were.

All of a sudden, purple smoke surrounds you and a moth flutters near and transforms , and wings black as night appear along with a tall figure.

“Hello lovely, you seem a bit lost, hmm?”

He had a deep cockney accent, strange, but charming in a way.

The jewels underneath his eyes glowed a curious color, but the smirk on his face said otherwise.

This wasn’t a dream. This was a twisted reality.