a few years back i would daydream during school and on many, many occasions i would daydream of this world. Sometimes even imagine my own falling apart to reveal this was the new reality i was to live in, in this place physical strength meant little. The stronger your will and beliefs then the stronger you were. Here everyone looks either like an angel. or a demon. But there was always this dark mass that would accompany the demons to attack the angels, in every daydream. Every vision of this place. That conflict rages on. Light can not exist without dark, and dark can not exist without light.