KWB.
The light lettering on the wall looked out of focus, so Chang Mi realized he was seeing through fogged glass. An almost imperceptible shadow came into view, and he turned, climbing the winding stairs silently. He looked at his bare feet. He looked at the pajama pants, loose and dragging on the floor, and the silk robe open over it. He looked at his nails painted black ... were they really painted? No, they were really black, he observed with horror.
'Why did you bring me here?' he asked himself. He knew he was dreaming, and in his dream, he was the Devourer. Seriously, he didn't want to dream that. Chang Mi didn't know if it was just a dream, either.