itsjustabaddream

Neil does not bother to spare a glance at what is behind him. It will reveal itself when he is in the main space. As he moves through the dream, there is almost a floating quality to his own stride, as if his feet touching the ground at all is a formality. There is no sound or weight to his footsteps. He is in complete control of himself, and how much the dream notices his presence, even the environment.

He follows the sound of the choir.