On the edge of your dreams lies a Demon.

He sleeps while you act, and acts while you sleep.

But what happens in between?

As your eyes begin to rest and you feel your soul lift, drift, tethered by a string. It's eyes begin to gleam, and over the hills and valleys It's mighty yawn can be felt.

But tonight you were running with scissors, you feel asleep on broken glass and your tossing and turning has set the Beast free! The string has been cut by his toothy smile!

You drift through the forest of your mind, searching for your being, your will to live.

Hopes for your departed self are hunted and devoured one by one. The Demon is on the prowl.

You begin to see reflections, Water, Smoke, and Mirrors. They all belong to the Beast!

Stumbling through the slopes of your mind Death may round the corner, but so does the tree of knowledge.

At last you see it! the apple of your eye! everything you've been dreaming of. You try and try as you might it is beyond what the Demon has already taken. You fear your essence your very spirit will be next!

Water, Smoke, and Mirror's AGAIN! The Demon is here! There is no escape.

You turn to face its many forms, Their glare dying off. Revealing its true form.

Its visage is so shocking, so cutting you are shattered in its presence.

Two images, Body and Soul, both yours. Who you were, who you want to be! was it always so? or is this trickery!

You can not look away, so the Beast looks for you. its reflection shows that fruit once again.

A gilded cage.

You awake still unsure if you are or were body or spirit.