Taemin (1/1)

TAEMINI don’t know how much time has passed. That’s another thing that’s weird with dreams—time doesn’t really exist. Sometimes, lots of things happen in just a split-second, then other times nothing happens for so long.I’m still collapsed against that wall, and the sun is slowly setting. I don’t know for how long the sun has been setting. Maybe it just started, maybe things have been like this for hours.The only thing that I know is that my breathing calmed down. And that I’m alone again. I slowly get up and start walking down the unfamiliar streets, trying to understand where I am. I’m not running anymore, but everything is still hazy around me. So maybe it is my brain that’s too lazy. I walk for hours, but the sun doesn’t set. It’s not day anymore, but there’s enough light to see easily. I can’t stop myself from looking over my shoulder from time to time to check if I’m still being chased. But I’m alone.My feet lead me to an industrial open area, and I don’t know which streets I took to end up here. As I walk without any real purpose, something grabs my attention on the ground. I go towards it, and as I come closer something weird happens around me. What’s in front of me is very clear and sharp compared to everything else around me.I’m convinced that my brain is telling me that this is important. There are no other explanations. I bend down to grab it, and the sharpness of my vision translates to my body as a wave of