The house begins to vanish as I close the door behind me, and begin my journey, uncertain of why I'm headed to wherever it is that I'm going. After slowly and squeamishly turning the page, trying to close a chapter of solitude, I look ahead, towards the path I'm walking, looking forward to seeing old landmarks and discovering new ones along my familiar route.

I arrive at my destination, a small country fair, and begin scanning the crowds for the only face I would be able to identify. A familiar, loved face, that I now see lingering within a cluster of people I am there to meet. Standing among the strangers I approach, I see a new face, that stands out above the others. Obsidian eyes pierce into mine, and I find myself soaring and staring. The eyes turn away, only allowing me a view a long, silky chestnut hair. My daydreams and hopes take off in a whirlwind, lifting me farther beyond the exhilaration of flying. The whirlwind carries me over the deserts, the prairies, oceans and mountains, into a horizon of obsidian. I dive off the mountaintop, and enter the obsidian waters, only to find that I can breathe. The air I pull into my lungs is more healing and revitalizing than any air I can ever recall breathing.

The face from the country fair follows me, his dark, haunting gaze luring me deeper into the water. His waters. They caress my face, kissing me with their unique wind, floating me downwards, through the ocean depths. The sensation of freefalling overpowers me, and he swims above me, taking me down. I find myself luxuriating in him, until I feel the floor of the ocean, its sand grinding into my back.

His eyes become possessive, proud, and somewhat evil. He asks me for the secrets of my treasure, and I reveal them to him blindly, as I pull his leering face closer to mine. He kisses me, and begins his task of stripping me of my all my treasures, and I take no notice of anything but the colors flying through my eyes. The radiant colors, the stark white, the icy blue, the fiery red all eliminate the feeling of his treacherous claws biting into my flesh, draining my blood from my body, sinking into my skin to capture me. The blood seeps out like a cloud of ink, surrounding us both. He pulls away and ever so gently sinks his claws into my chest, pulling my heart from within my ribcage. He holds it up for me to see before I die, and to my still beating heart, he proclaims his love. He remains at the ocean floor, and his maniacal laughter follows me as my body, only half alive, floats to the sky, waiting for the whirlwind to save me, but I find that the whirlwind was replaced by a storm. I drowned long before my face touched the surface, but somehow, my memory still exists.

I drift on the surface, dreaming of the seashore, dreaming I will meet it someday. As I drift, I find myself decaying, my body deteriorating into sea foam, washing onto the sandy beach.

I wake up in a cold sweat, finding myself at home. Relieved it was only a dream, I push the covers away and rise from my bed. I wipe the sweat from my brow, and trail my hand down my cheek to rest on my neck. Expecting to find my heart racing wildly, I am suddenly petrified to feel no heartbeat at all. I run to the mirror, and see the scars all over my body. Suddenly, two obsidian eyes appear in the mirror, declaring their love. I'm powerless to resist, and I am pulled into the mirror. I disappear until all that is left of me is an image, embedded in an empty looking glass forever. Only a reflection with no substance, doomed to an eternity of memory, an existence of pain, loss and the endless daydream of whirlwinds, and death at the bottom of the sea.