He was fuming, ready to beat someone pranking him when the familiar river, smell, sky and still unknown man in black coat lead his way again to nowhere.
"What in the.." he didn't bother to complain knowing it would fall on the guy's deaf ears, instead, he sat on the other end of the wooden boat. It was made in a dark oak tree, rest assured he's safe.
Like what he always does, he checks if he's able to bring his phone after one time he did and tries to capture this bizarre thing, when he woke up to his disappointment, the pictures were deleted and his phone didn't open after.
He looked at the other man on the other end of the boat. "You know it's weird how this type of dream never creeped the hell out of me again." Ghael starts talking, although he knows he won't receive a response.
