Chapter 10. Jerome Dawson

Luna Asterbelle's POV

For the longest time in my whole life, this seemed to be the first moment that I'd experienced being transferred over to what seemed to somehow be inside someone else’s dream. The ground wasn’t the same; it wasn’t made of stone, and it wasn’t made out of soil either.

It was pure flesh.

Yes, the pure flesh of a human who just died.

I know for sure that it’s recent because of the scent that it had; it’s not that stinky, unlike those corpses lying on the street for weeks or months.

"Hello? Is anyone there?" I asked softly at the same time that I roamed my vision around the place that gave me the chills.

My body was somehow reacting to the dimension that I was in. I could feel my bones from my back waving, and my wings were itching to show themselves. It’s not just that; both of my visions were different and the exact opposite of one another. My left eye was starting to be filled with red dye, while the right one was blue. Both m