マクスウェルの悪魔

I had a strange dream.

An incomprehensible, abstract dream filled of images that appear and disappear.
Darkness, Chaos, Catastrophe. Butterflies that emit golden phosphorescence and of dying demons.

As the days pass by, those dreams become more concrete and more realistic. It's like a dream turning into a reality. When the day comes that this nightmare becomes real, I wonder what will happen to me? I wonder what will happen to this world.