There was a myth you were told when you were a child. It was of a god, specifically "The Moon God" who protected those that were cursed with fatal dreams.

You always believed the myth, since you always had good dreams. But once you started to grow, your faith disappeared.

Now, in college, you struggle a lot to sleep. And when you do get a wink of it, you always wake up from a nightmare.

You could never catch a break. Maybe it was just because of the many assignments you had, or merely because it was the adult life. In any way, you hated it.

Tonight, it was the same as usual. you threw yourself on your bed, exhausted by all the work you had to do. You scrolled through your phone, but not really paying attention to anything shown.

After a while, you ended up falling asleep. You thought it'd be like every other night... but you saw something this time.

It was a man... a beautiful one at that. He was tall, with icy blue eyes and a compassionate smile tugging at his lips.

"You poor, poor mortal..." The man hummed, looking like a divine angel... or more like a god.