I lay here, not wanting to close my eyes. I know if I do they will come, as they do every night. They will haunt me in my restless sleep, like a silent stalker they wait for me just beyond...

But yet I know all to well that I must face them. Not even I can escape them now. But why? Why must I see them every night. I only wish for a moments peace. A solitary moment of silence and forgetfulness.

But alas my dreams come.

So I give in... and I feel them coming closer. I am helpless. They are here...

A Flash!

And then I am awake. But yet I know I am not really awake. It is but them, my dreams, and this is but a memory. And yet things seem so real. It is a memory of things long forgotten. A time long since dead, left in human kinds eagerness for advancement.

And yet, even knowing that this is but a memory I go on....

My heart now aches. It remembers also. It longs to be once again here, in this time, in this memory. But yet it knows that I must wake and then things will be different... they will be modern.

I wander onward, all the time thinking to myself, why have the gods played such an evil joke upon my soul. Why must I see these things over and over again? But then a thought, more of a silent knowing. I am not alone!

There is another like me. One who remembers. He also wanders things past. For we are the same. He but the darker half of the same being. He is my brother. We are both trapped....

We live a lie. A life in a body not of our own. In a society that is unaware of us. And one in which we must exist. For we cannot leave this place.

Then I hear it, it snaps me from my thoughts quickly....

Music.....

I hear it once again and my heart sinks. But it is a distant sound, and yet not a sound at all but yet a memory as well.

Then the worst part of the cursed dream.

It is her.... I see her from a distance, I can tell it is her for my heart nearly stops. I am frozen...watching her. Remembering.

She was my love, my soul mate. But she is lost.

Through the ages we have found one another. But now.. I can find no trace of her. I fear she found a way to leave. To end the hell we live in rememberance.

Or worse. She does not remember as I do. She has forgotten. And she doesnt seek me as I do her.

Then she is gone. I am surrounded by a thick mist. It cools my skin and I can feel the moisture upon my arms.

So I remain here. And in the morning I will wake. But I will return, as I do everynight. I will return to the darkness for it is now my home. And I will have only my memories to haunt me.

And so I sleep......