complete, puny darkness surrounded Cross. He was drowning in his fears and frenzied despair, struggling every day with the desire to die, looking for at least one ray of hope. and this ray turned out to be a Dream. his light. Dream has torn the canvases of emptiness and now holds out his hand in a golden glove, smiling with such a sincere and caring smile. — It's time, Cross! Let's get you out of here!