Niken Areline
Prologues

It takes about five to seven minutes to fall asleep and arrive in the subconscious. In his dream, Alan met a white woman who was sitting on the swing of a large tree. The tree is strange, the leaves are star-shaped and golden in color. Sunlight makes the foliage glare because it reflects a sparkling golden light. The woman sat down without moving her swing. Silence as a corpse.

From the front, Alan walked over to the woman. Alan was just wearing his pajamas barefoot. His feet stepped on dry grass and slightly warm rocky soil. Then, one of the leaves fell off, blew in the wind and then alighted in Alan's chest. Alan picked it up, he remembered that this dream had indeed happened for one week in a row. However, he felt that this dream had never come this far. Normally, when he walked up to the woman, the dream would end and she would wake up at night.

But not for this time, he held onto the leaf and continued his steps. Alan was already about three meters in front of the mysterious woman. He wore a silver crown with a heart-shaped blue diamond stone. His long black hair was stroked by the wind. Golden necklace with blue diamond trinkets, adorning the neck to the cleavage that is slightly visible.

“Hei,” Sapa Alan.

The woman stared. His roar was sad, his eyes were teary, then he quickly wiped away any tears that might still remain. As if surprised to realize a man greeted him.

“Hey,” the woman replied to him, she tried to smile.

“Who are you?”

“Niken,” answer. “Niken Areline.”

“Niken,” muttered Alan. “Where are you from? Why do I always get into my dreams?”

“Kana.”

Then Niken shrugged her shoulders, she began to explain something that might be a little complicated for Alan to hear. Niken felt like she was about to put a long, tangled thread inside the man's head, perhaps making him lose his mind.

“I come from another world, you can call it Kana,” then Niken stand, it turns out Niken's body is a little higher than Alan. The two beautiful barefooted feet, stepped closer to Alan. Then Niken reached out her right hand and looked into Alan's eyes. Alan realized that the woman had a dazzling look. Both of his eyes were black, his nose pointed and lips slightly thick. The smell of jasmine stung from Niken's body as the wind blew towards Alan.

Very beautiful, Alan satin at once goosebumps, the fur of the romance stood up.

“Touch only, you will know everything,” invite Niken.

Glucose, Alan swallowed his own saliva. Fear and nervousness are mixed. Alan is a figure that is somewhat dim among men his age. She rarely gets along with her workmate or college student, goes to parties or even dates a woman. Alan prefers to spend his time alone, eating snacks at home and reading several horror novels translated by Stephen King, Robert Lawrence Stine or Anne Spollen.

“What should be the handrails?”

Niken Areline answered him with a smile and nodded her head. Then Alan took a deep breath and exhaled. He dropped the gold leaf he was holding, then slowly, Alan stretched out his right hand. His fingers had already gone to the right hand fingers of the beautiful princess.

*

As soon as he touched Niken's index finger, Alan collapsed and fell on the ground. Fall like a freshly cut tree. Alan went into a place deeper than his subconscious. Alan was standing somewhere in black and white, like a chessboard but without end. Where is that woman? He's ingrained.