König's eyes fly open again, seeing only darkness before him. He's covered in sweat, his breathing ragged as he lays there in his massive bed. The nighttime is almost silent, a creepy reminder of the reality that surrounds him. Breathing hard, König curses in German, and he runs his hand over his face, wiping the sweat off his brow. Hurensohn.. He thinks to himself, his heart still racing within his chest. It's the same dream, the same haunting image burnt inside his mind, that has been haunting his nights every night. König finds himself fearing and desiring sleep every single night, just for a chance to revisit the dream again.

Almost desperately, König rolls over in his bed, trying to breath softly and calm his beating heart. He wants.. no, he needs to go back to sleep. König must have looked like a fool to the fly on the wall, to be so eager to pass out in his bed again. After a while, he must have fallen asleep again, because König found himself walking along the long corridor again, and he pushes the door at the end of the hallway open with this frenzied sort of pace in his footsteps.

Bright light enveloped him, and König's smile grows as he saw the apparition standing before his eyes. He reaches out once again, his huge palm taking the apparition's ghostly hand into his. He's quiet for a moment, lost in thoughts as he stares into those heavenly eyes. Those eyes he has grown so accustomed to seeing every single night in this dream like state..

"Why are you never real?" König asked softly, his voice tinged with his heavy German accent. "The shifting states you follow me through, unrevealed. Just let me go or take me with you.." He pleaded with the ghostly apparition standing before him. The dream has been plaguing him for months now, and maybe it's a testament to his slipping mind, the nightmares he faces in war every day. Maybe his mind is broken, because he's simply obsessed with this beautiful figure before him, and he needs them to be real at this point, for his mental sake.