It started with a dream. I feel it first. The freezing. The burning. It's pure agony, and I just don't care.
I can't breathe. There's no air, and I can't breathe. I should be suffocating, but I'm not. And though I should, I don't care.
There's no sound. None. My heart isn't even beating. Do I even still have a heart? It's normal. It feels "right".
I open my eyes to blackness. Pinpoints of light, far, far away. The stars. I am nowhere. I'm in the void. And through it all, I don't care.
I hear it then, from inside myself. A lullaby. I realize then, that I'm sleeping. Not myself mind you, but "I" am sleeping in the dream. I have been sleeping for eons. And when I wake, I'll destroy all of creation. Again.
That's when I woke in my bed screaming. A terrible dream to have. I thought nothing of it. I continued my life as a noble merchant. That night, it happened again. And again the next night. And again. And again...
Every night, the same dream. The same lullaby. I started to do everything I could to keep from sleeping. I lost everything. My job. My wife. Everything. The townsfolk thought I'd gone mad. Maybe they were right.
I left town to head north, to the unsettled lands in search of a new life. I traveled alone. The powers started to manifest soon afterward.
I can pull the void into this world. I feel strangely at peace with myself when I do it. In reality, it scares the hell out of me. I'm losing touch with humanity the more I do it. I use the powers to protect myself. I've killed creatures, men, animals...and I should care. But I don't. And that scares me.
I find that I need people now. I need to hear them laugh, and cry and seethe and rage and love. Without them, I might lose my humanity.
