Towards a burning pyre walks the mistress of moonfire, to cleanse the heretic dreamer, to punish his "misdemeanor"...
How dare he think about a foreign plane, where all is mans domain, while blindly walking about a familiar place, where man rules above all else.
At the stake he now burns away, for daring to disobey the one rule all should pray will stay this way.
So how dare he live in a world of dream and turn a blind eye to the beam of light that brought him life,
drown shall he, in a lake of tears that fell for years of wishing for nothing.