I was walking through the halls of a beautiful palace. Colourful virtrals, murals, arabesques… I knew for sure that this was the last time I’d ever see that beautiful place and, somehow, I surprised myself with the peace I felt. I was saying goodbye. There was blood in my hands, my face, my clothes… It wasn’t my blood. Whose blood, then? I knew I was going to die. Die? I’ll let them think they won. They thought they could win, my death might come by their hands, but it also comes from my will. Who’s they? I sat on a high chair and waited for my enemies. What enemies? Let them come. They think killing me is how they win. Why? I shall only die when the last drop of my blood is spilled.
I woke up in a cold sweat. I had this weird sensation that I wasn’t actually sleeping, but I absolutely wa
