The scariest dream I ever had was being lost in a never-ending forest. No matter where I went, the woods were always the same. Towering trees rising high into the air. A silent wind moving through the leaves. But it was neither day nor night. The sky was simply black. No stars. No moon. No sound or color.



Imagine a place that you've been to before. Maybe even someplace you've visited in a dream. But this place never changes. This place becomes a maze. Everywhere you turn is just the same place over and over again. You begin to lose yourself within a simple frame of the world you've imagined. And imagination becomes the key to your whereabouts.