I opened my eyes to a vast expanse with nothing but a vast nebulous sky above me. Nebulous swirls were all around me, bearing weaves that had a certain flow to them. Stars dotted the nebulous sky in some sort of pattern I could barely recall.
"Ah shit!" I cursed. "Here we go again." It seemed I was back to this supposed dreamworld or something.
As if on cue, a sappy voice rang out from behind me.
"Welcome back, Damon Darkfell, or should I say, Evan Dexter."
Abruptly turning my head, a exact replica of myself was staring back at me. If I didn't know any better, I would have thought he was a reflection of mine.
"You again huh?" I questioned wearily.
The bastard smirked.
"What do you mean by 'you again'? I'm almost hurt by your disappointed tone." The replica wiped off a fake tear from his eyes.
I scowled.
"Get to the point, bastard."
