Desolate plains stretch before my eyes. Empty Red skies.
I feel like I'm the only human to survive.
Where did they go? Why can't I recall?
Have I been here before?

-Whispers-
I dream of a wasteland. A wasteland I've never known. Where it is, I can't be sure. Perhaps outside the dome?

Formless earth devoid of life. Past forgotten, future lost.
Who can end an endless night? On my own, I have no hope.

My words die and return to me unheard, faint, and unsure.
Could this wasteland be a prison in my mind?
Wake me up. This nightmare cannot be real life.

Formless earth devoid of life. Past forgotten, future lost.
Can I end an endless night? I sense things will be alright.

'Cause it's only a dream! Now I can alter the scene!
I feel so happy and free now that I am in control.
I'm flying away! I'm finding new ways to play!
I'm getting rid of the gray, I am in control.

Why couldn't life always be like this?
A constant state of bliss. Lucid unconsciousness.
No consequence or risk. If I could have my way,
I would just dream all day. Sleep my life away.
Live inside my head. Still, I
Can't quite shake the feeling that I'm under someone's spell.

Something deep inside me is calling out, taking me back to the wasteland.
Something deep inside me is taking over, making me question everything.
Something deep inside me is plunging further, changing my convictions and beliefs.
Something deep inside me says to search the wastelands.
Digging past the surface to learn the truth.

I'm starting to see visions of time and space. Something in the cosmos is out of place.
I'm starting to see visions of gaping hollows. Somewhere a phenomenon has been replaced.
I'm starting to grow weary from all this knowledge. Someone rearranging my mental shape.
I'm starting to come undone under all this power. Somehow I recall I've hosted this ghost before.

Oh, ancient powers rest.
I will heed your words no more. Leave my dreams.
I've known you before. Somewhere you've tormented me.
I see you there. Though I can't remember your face,
I know that we will meet again someday in the wastelands.

-Monologue-
As I drifted away from my home, my steps were guided by my dreams. I felt as if I had a sense of where I was going. It was as if I was sleepwalking. I wonder if I have done this before. I feel that I must have done this before. I can walk no further. Have I reached my destination? I have reached the wasteland. The wasteland from my dreams. Am I awake this time? I can’t tell. Why can I never tell?