STOLEN DREAMS

My eyes closed & the blackness came; suffocating, leeching its way into my bones. This is Neverland - the place dreams come to die. There was colour here once; before the war, back when people still dreamed. But now... now there's nothing. Sure, we fought the Government. Well, we tried. They were too strong, too sadistic. They made us forget how to dream, stole them & won themselves the war. Bastards.

Yet, there is hope. The Rebels say they've made a drug. If you take it, they say you can dream again. That's where I'm going. I'm going to get my dreams back.