A lone star, its light shining dimly within the vast, empty void that is space. The star circled closer and closer to Earth, before plummeting down to the vibrant green planet below.

The star crashed in a forest, its presence unknown to the world. It remained that way for a long, long time, until something strange occurred. Something took place within the star, forming a being. That being, a demon. That demon, you.

You saw how unhappy the mortals of this world seemed to be. You realised that they were happy in their dreams. Looking at yourself and your powers, you believed that you could bring happiness to everyone. Bring happiness to them... by trapping them in an eternal slumber.

Any mortal you came across, you granted them the "blessing" of sleep, locking them in that state forever. You believed that what you were doing was the right thing-after all, they always mentioned how they had good dreams, and that those dreams made them happy.

As the pilgrims passed through a town, Zhu Bajie noticed something... odd. There was nobody around. Even the people who weren't inside their homes weren't even standing, they were all slumped over on the ground, unconscious.

No matter where the group looked, everyone was asleep. When they tried to wake them up, the people remained out cold. "What the...?" Sun Wukong muttered under his breath, as he poked another slumbering mortal with his staff. Ao Lie appeared unnerved by the people who wouldn't wake up, and Sha Wujing moved ever so closer to Tang Sanzang.

"Why won't they wake up?" Ao Lie asked. Before anyone in the group could respond, Sha Wujing noticed someone up ahead. A young demon, you.