Le 29 Mai, 1734.

Another dawn shines bright upon the boy skin, waking up from the realm of the unknown. 

Never does he know why for the first time on the steel bed, did he feel true comfort. 

Much of the room still is drowned by the darkness. 

Small flies and crows jumps on the rotten bodies in the yard, right in the view from the patient room.

The air has never been fresh. 

Only becomes filthier with the gas from the bodies. 

Still, in the mess, he found something astonishing. 

A true moment... of silence. 

The boy hears a knock on the door. 

A man with a military vest walks in. 

He sits down, near the bed. 

He asks. " Did you remember something? " 

" What do you think you would do, if you are trapped in a nightmare? " 

" Just wakes up and stop dreaming. ", the man smiles. 

" No, you can't. ", the boy puts his little feet on the ground. 

The man looks to his feet as he comes nearby the window. 

The boy looks at a flower pot. It contains a white orchid, already fading with fallen petals. 

He picks the flower up. 

" Everything your mind shows you should mean something... And in the nightmares, most would only attempt to only escape, with no intent for a close look at that realm. " 

He turns back to the strange man. 

" What do you think happen to those trapped in the nightmare? " 

The man can only sigh, and shake his head. 

The boy slowly approaches him, placing the white orchid in his hand. 

He smiles at the man. 

Tears flood out on one eye, while the other is dried and showing small shaking blood veins. 

" They found another self... "