The end of the day was nearing closer and closer, it was already getting dark. The kid that opened the door to his room was tired from the long day. He almost impatiently shut it closed and killed off any light seeping into the familiar room. He had a routine: when the village house was empty aside from himself and no light was in the room, a mirror would appear at his closet. It would be accompanied by a ''monster'', always. And that monster was so very kind, listening to every of his troubles. This time, however, there was no-one there. Only the mirror sat there reflecting the confused and disappointed look on the kid's face. He was truly alone. Not a lot of time passed as he stared blankly at the empty mirror, eventually whispering angrily under his breath as he went to check it out. Though, of course, he didn't find anything. So, what else to do than just sit there and listen to music? Nothing, of course, nothing! So he started listening to music on his phone. More and more time passed, the mirror stayed still and sat empty. The kid wanted to touch it, to feel it, to have the absence of his friend prickle his skin. And so he did just that, but instead, the glass swallowed him whole. 'Good things don't exist, it seems' he thought to himself while the grass crept up to touch him. He was a smart kid, so he noticed many things: the sun was high on the sky, and it looked cartoonish, the same went for everything else. He got up and observed the surroundings. An open field colored lime-green and filled with life, the same could be assumed for the large groups of trees and bodies of water. Some trees stood alone, scattered around the empty parts of this landscape. Three waterfalls - which felt incredibly familiar to him - rapidly fell down creating a soft hum for nature to hear. The cartoon-like artstyle gave the world a nice atmosphere. He started walking around, continuing to observe the area. To keep himself safe, he always kept a distance from things that might be dangerous. But he eventually stopped caring, it was obviously safe, always was. If this world wasn't paradise - then it was the closest thing there was. And it was unnaturally empty, just how the kid liked it! Free to live with no prying eyes on him, here he was truly himself. He just kept going, kept clinging to that freedom, until a sound broke through it. 'Is it a voice?' he asked himself. He looked around quite disappointed, spotting the supposed being: a woman with volumptious curls cut into a jellyfish, her clothes resembled one as well. Her eyes were covered. 'That is interesting. Why?' he wondered. The strange woman started speaking, her voice syrupy yet somewhat uncanny.
''Hello? Hello... What must you be doing here? Does this one like it here...''
He wanted to leave, nothing could come of speaking with a random woman who was muttering nonsense. But no matter how smart he was, stupid decisions were always intriguing, and almost always entertaining, so he stayed there. The woman looked up from her place on the sand lining the water, and with her unsettling voice she spoke again:
''Are you doing well, dear?'' She wore such a deceiving smile on her face. 'Strangers are not to be trusted,' he told himself. 'I... I am always well, this... this place is especially superb!' he answered. It seemed that not even paradise could stop his natural, fast speaking and unneeded stuttering. The woman kept smiling though her smile slighly shifted.
''No need to be nervous, dear.'' He hated when people said that, but continued conversing with her. Her words soon began to sound weirder and weirder, as she yapped about her life and the world she lived in. She was most definitely strange. Even though he was teleported to another world, his intelligence stayed. He knew not to let his guard down. She continued to speak, but he noticed that some things started to sound wrong. It sounded like she worshipped this world and the freedom she got from it - which he completely understood, but he wasn't interested in this type of life. She sweetly asked innocent questions to which he answered rather loosely. It was clear the conversation was nearing its end.
''Do you want to help people?'' the woman questioned and he decided to answer honestly, as honestly as he could, but it was not like he knew anything other than the truth. 'I firstly want to help myself, become rich and famous, to be healthy and live my dream. But I think that I also want to help others, to have enough power to save everyone else.'
''Well then, who do you want to save? Do you yearn to lead the Dream World or to save your own?'' she queried. He looked at her, and he actually had to think about that. But he was the same as any other human, too attached to the life he had, not ready to fly up to heaven. The place somewhat scared him, it wasn't what he really wanted. 'I'm going to save my own' he said. She still smiled softly, she reminded him of a mother in a strange way.
''You will save them, then, I'm sure of it. Go and become the sun, their star!'' The moment she said it, the world disappeared and he was back on the floor of his room. He felt a little different, off. 'That must have been the day that changed everything,' he thought to himself. The notion of becoming the sun running through his head.