Iriko woke up several times, some were nightmares, the most recent one disturbed him though. he was in the land of the dead, the grand cities had fallen, the copilots burnt to the ground, and genocide had taken place. he stood around a satanic like circle, looking around. Iriko woke up, the flied he was in was like before, grassy and green. He saw no fire, no destruction nor death. he sighed and laid back down, unable to go back to sleep.
