Within the cold interior of a lonely hovercraft, a man lies fast asleep. There is no one in the ship but him, he is alone. He lies fast asleep, unknowing and unaware. The cold is the only thing accompanying him inside his desolate vessel. The chills, even when asleep, crawl over him. As if it were a disease, a virus, the cold spreads across his body. To a skeptic this cold body would be explained by the cold night, but tonight skepticism - as usual - does not provide the truth. The body begins to writhe in the cold.
The writhing mind is not a normal mind; it has been exposed to more than the mundane. A normal mind is exposed to only few truths, and this mind has been exposed to many. In compliance with human nature, ironically, the dormant one falls into fantasy. It may be human nature, but it is not his nature to flee from the truth. The dream occurring must be the subconscious attempting to distract the conscious from doing what it has so long planned.
Inside the man's head constant visual streams run through his mind and past his eyelids. He sees himself standing in the cold, alone, and nude. Behind him stands a telephone booth, and the plaza around him is empty as snow falls to the ground. He shakes due to the temperature, and instinctively attempts to find warmth. It is just then that he realizes he is not completely nude, his mask is still in place. He tries to concentrate on the vague warmth created by the bandana and tries to imagine it spreading across his entire body. His attempt proves futile as the cold suddenly grows colder.
He begins to walk towards the large building behind him, he feels the cold snow beneath his feet. The area is shrouded in white, and the wind suddenly picks up. It seems as if the wind is trying to prevent him from walking inside of this building. He finally reaches the revolving door and attempts to push it in. The door is locked, and as his eyes grow thinner due to his anger they also focus on a reflection cast in the window. It is not his, but it reminds him of him. It is not his, but it is him. It is those who share his beliefs, those who believe in him. It is those who will follow in his path, those who admire his strength, and hope to one day reach the same mountain top. They know they can do it, but it is through him they realized it.
He continues to push on the door, harder and harder, but it refuses to open. One of the people behind him says something about moving forward, and the cold, masked, unclothed man turns around. "If we will be denied, we shall break through!" With this, he steps back and unleashes one heavy kick to the door. The door shatters, and falls to pieces instantly. When he looks inside, it is not the interior of a building he sees, but a black void. A void that has no end, no light. He hesitantly extends his hand into the abyss, and to his surprise his flesh inherits a sudden glow. This glow grants him no visibility within the void, but it is enough to inspire him to keep moving.
He begins to walk into the void, it has a floor - a surface. He continues his descent into the abyss, and turns around after going several meters in. He sees the ones behind him appear surprised, awestruck. He assures them everything will be fine, and they listen. They too step into the void, every one of them. Once they are all inside he turns around and continues walking. With that first step he begins to plunge downwards. He falls and falls, until he feels as if he is falling no more.
Despite that it matters not, he slowly closes his eyes. He begins to rest, and accepts the darkness. All of a sudden he feels the ground beneath begin to shake! He hears a wretched sound, a horrid shriek. The ground then begins to rise, and become hot. As if a volcano suddenly erupted he is shot out of the abyss, but feels as if he is burning. He opens his eyes, and he is atop a giant black phoenix. The fiery bird and he are high in the sky. As the bird flourishes it's wings, giant embers hail down to the ground below. All looking up in awe are suddenly awoken by the storm of fire raining down upon them. As he hears the screams of fellow humans, the man is blinded by the sunlight. His eyes regain focus and he sees it, but as he has never seen it before.
Surrounding the sun appears to be a white light, this light has spread itself across the sky and seems to radiate slightly downward. The naked man looks at the sun, and nods. He rips off his mask, and throws it down to the burning ground beneath him. He abandons the cruel heat of the fire he stands on and leaps towards the sun. As he leaves the evil bird he feels a different warmth, a welcoming heat. It is no longer that he feels as if petrified by ice, or burning by fire. He feels warmth, and the air passing over his skin as he furthers himself away from the burning bird. The sun grows closer and closer, and in his nakedness he welcomes it...
It is then that his eyes slowly open, and see the cold steel above him. It is then that he feels alone once again. It is then, that he slowly sits up. It is then that he finally takes a deep breath. It is with that breath that the dream is recalled. It is with that recollection that the memory is recorded, lest it run away as so many of his past memories have. Never again will he let anything, that need not, run away from him again.