[Levin's Dream Land — Between Day and Night]
Darkness, Light, Night, and Day. The dreamland existed somewhere between them. a place Levin had visited before and a place that never truly belonged to the living...or the dead.
Levin lay upon the golden sands of Zahryssar. One half of the sky burned beneath an endless sun, and the other half rested beneath silver stars and moonlight. The border between them stretched endlessly across the horizon, beautiful, lonely, and silent.
Levin slowly opened his eyes, and everything felt heavy...far too heavy. As though invisible chains wrapped around his body, around his heart and around his soul.
"...Again?" His voice sounded distant and tired.
Slowly he pushed himself upright. Golden sand slipped through his fingers, and the familiar dreamland stretched endlessly before him.
Then quietly he frowned. "Why am I here again?"
Silence answered him, only warm desert winds moving through the endless dunes. Then suddenly—
GROWWWWLLLLL.
