Akasha… The sound of my name being called as if being carried by the wind wakes me from sleep. I rub my eyes, looking around to where the sound is coming from. I am awake, but not really. As expected, two glowing eyes are in the far corner of my darkened room. I blink, rubbing my eyes, thinking I must be having a dream inside my dream again. I had had this particular dream every night for the past month, so I was not as f...