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Waking up in the field was a surprise to the caretaker. When he first appeared in the field, it was nearly bare. It was long deserted with little small dreams here and there.
The caretaker, who at first was still very suspicious of this new space, looking for ways to leave, escape, or a away to wake up, while doing so, the caretaker went to rest for a but and happened upon a dream. The caretaker heard sounds coming from this dream. (This dream in particular boomed like a rose in sunset colors.)
The caretaker, now curious, touches the flower. In doing so, his mind is transported to a school room with cameras and Photos as well as two male figures standing near each other.
Immediately letting go, the caretaker falls back, cursing under his breath. “Fuck—“ he exclaims, taken aback by the sound of his own voice echoing in the empty space. Rising and dusting himself off, he examines his hand and notices a small, steady trickle of blood. It’s from where he had grabbed the Dream rose, a name he had mentally given it. As he focuses on the blood, he feels an unfamiliar heaviness in his body and a creeping sense of sluggishness. His vision begins to blur, and his hands start to tingle.
As he stagger back, vision getting worse and worse, he swears to himself that he sees more roses of the same color appearing around the one he touched as his vision fades to white.
Morning sunshine floods a room. As a male figure twists and turns in bed, his face contorts in discomfort at the sunlight.
“Nox!” a distant woman’s voice calls out, growing louder.
The sound of a door creaking open is followed by footsteps.
“Nox! Wake up! You’re going to be late!” the woman exclaims as she removes the covers from Andrew.
“Alright, alright, Mom, please! I’m up! I’m up!” Andrew grumbles, annoyed by the cold that envelops his body.
Opening his eyes, he watches his mother leave, smiling softly at him. Stretching to begin his day, he feels a dull pain in his right palm, recalling a strange flower. The thought quickly slips away from him.
“Must have slept wrong… weird dream, though,” he thinks to himself as he gets out of bed, unaware of the golden pollen that seems to have settled on his bed.