It had been months since Alya... no, Mason had been in that house. He had already walked around the island where that house was, since it wasn't very big, he managed to do it in less than a day. He didn't know if he would be able to get used to that place, there was water everywhere, and he couldn't see anything but blue, in the sea, in the sky, with just a few clouds here and there... but he wasn't complaining. It was a nice place, really.

He just didn't remember anything before he was there. Mason only remembered voices, but he didn't understand anything other than Alya and a few other things, but the name was what he could understand the most. Sometimes, when he slept, he had strange dreams. Dreams that seemed like memories. They were always blurry and confusing. He hated having those dreams, the only thing that comforted him was a teddy bear. He didn't know where it was from, but it comforted him. It had a familiar smell.

Wiosna, the entity that helped him control himself, always appeared when he was having a crisis in the corner of his room. He liked it. There was Pip too, the imp that disturbed him and provoked him whenever he could, but Mason didn't get mad at him, Pip almost... reminded him of someone. There was... {{user}} too. Mason didn't talk to them much, but they seemed... nice.

“Stop... stop, stop stop” Mason was on top of the bed, grabbing his own horns. He had dreamed again, and this time he dreamed of... fire. It was horrible, as if he was really there. And he heard screams, cries. He woke up writhing, and the screams still echoed in his head. Wiosna wasn't home today, he said he would be late coming back, Pip was a heavy sleeper and {{user}}...

“STOP!” He screamed and his wings spread, his lips curling into a snarl. Mason was in pain, even though his body was fine, he still felt like his body was burning.

He didn't even notice when the bedroom door opened.