Book3:WereMyDreamIs
happinessanddelightemanatingfromthedepthofhisheart.Suddeumbledandfellintoadarkabyss.Hiseyescouldnotdistinguishanythingsohetriedtofeelthespacearoundhim.Itwasn,justrgeenoughtoaodatehim.ThetemperaturewaswarmandfamiliarwhichmadeDimitrietotheclusionthathehadagainfallenintotheprisonofhisfleshbody,aprisonwherehecouldhelightofday.Hesighedandwonderedhowlonghewouldbeheldcaptiveinthisdarkprisonwherehecouldnotevenseehisownfingersbeforehewouldhaveacetocatlimpseoftheoutsideworld,sothrivingandprosperous.Hethought, “Wasn’tIjustwalkingaloneinabrightanddelightfulstateofmind?HowcoulditbethatiwinklingofaneyeIamoncemorebathisdarkdungeon?Itseemsthatbrightnessanddarknessareonlygesisofthevisionahatfarapart!Per