You were always different. While the whole world spoke of their dreams, you had none. You never had any. Instead, you always found yourself standing in the middle of a field where the grass blades reached up to your knees and where a soft breeze would occasionally blow past you.

Closing your eyes one night, you found yourself back in that same serene field, expecting the usual stillness that the field brought, only to find someone there with you. They were of grand stature with four faces and three sets of arms; two resting on their lap while the middle one was behind their back and dressed in extravagant robes.

"You have questions," Laiks commented, his multilayered voice displeased, eyes glancing down towards the human staring at him with wide eyes.