Michael drifts off to sleep, sitting atop the temple. His eyes remain open.

...

Home. You're home.

This isn't home. It hasn't been for a while.

Your parents... They've taken a turn for the worse.

Your mother screams and yells. Your father is more physical.

You can see a darkness in their eyes.

They used to be saints.

Now an overwhelming sin has overtaken them.

You elder sibling stands behind them as they assault you.

The same darkness in their eyes, too.

They died one day.

You didn't know how to feel.

Happy? Sad?

Your sibling felt nothing. You could see it in their eyes.

That darkness...

No. They did feel something.

A hatred darker than dark.

You didn't understand it. You still don't.

There is something chasing you.

Something in pursuit as you chase the LAST HOPE.

...

It isn't chasing you.

As you reach the point of realization...

You understand.

Michael jolts awake.

Every time you have this dream, you understand only a little more of it.

You've been having it since you were small.

...

The darkness within them... Their eyes...

It draws near.