_“You sound like a five year old trying to convince their parents fairies are real.”_ Orion says placing his empty coffee cup down and looking at Candy, seeing her frustrated face.

They sat across from each other on a small couch next to a wall with a huge window to view the morning streets activity and the huge rainbow shining across the town.

_“Ugh, look I know pot of gold at the end of the ra...

I usually don’t dream, but when I do, they’re violent. There are vicious flames, explosions, screams echoing throughout the area—
or people getting slaughtered.

Though this time…

There was just a tree. A tree as red as blood.
But that wasn’t what I found odd. It was the ominous silence around the field.
It was too quiet. The grass, the night sky, the leaves—
I’ve never experienced a dream so silen...