Creature of dreams, nightmares, stars, will you come to me when I wake?
You chase me in the night, but you play against fair rules. In the world of nightmares, you can create everything. I can not avoid your traps, because they are set to expect me. No matter how I run, you are faster than me. I wish to fly, but your chains hold me. How can I fight you in fair ways, if you know every move I will make?
So come to me in the day, stand before me and show me your face. You will use your weapons, and I will use mine. And we will see who is truly the strong one: for we are both made of stars.