"I just can't get a grip inside this body, can I? Now what the hell was all that?"
Oliver steadied himself before glancing around the mountain and then back toward the twilight sky.
Darkness still dominated the horizon, making him realize he had not been asleep for very long, though his body had gone through an absurd amount of trauma within that short span of time.
The dream had felt painstakingly real and continued replaying vividly inside his head.
Much of it remained distorted, and several details were incomplete, such as the face of Oliver's mother, yet he could already tell the memory itself was deeply traumatic for anyone forced to experience it.
Not to mention the fact that he had endured every single emotion the young child felt.
…From happiness to unbearable agony.
