Some pieces of text from my art boards.

I am the beast and I walk alone.
I am the creature and I see the truth.
I am the hunter and I swallowed my pride.
Now I have walked with you,
I have seen your truth.
Here I have come to devour your pride.

And there she appeared, as if a veil had been torn off - she had always been there, upon the back of the thing I escaped. How could something so beautiful exist alongside, no, with a monstrosity? As she looked at me with her cool curious eyes, I felt my heart skip a beat. This fey girl held the look of age, but only in her gaze. She looked right through me as if I was made of glass. Who was this girl? She sat atop the behemoth, completely un-phased.
She sat with an air of authority that spoke of mastery. She was the master, and the behemoth was an underling. But if this was so, why did she need it to attack me?
What was this coolness in her eyes reflecting? She feared me? Feared me... No... It couldn't be - could it? She couldn't have witnessed me destroy the watcher, could she? But she must have... This must be why she attacked. Her and her behemoth are more afraid of me than I am of them. I hate fear! It drives people insane, makes them do things they don't want to. Fear is a blight on this world. Let the sun shine on this night. Fade.

The moon left the sky, and the sun replaced it... I became aware of one certain thing: the nightmare was not mine. I was the nightmare. How ironic that I should cast fear in such fearsome creatures eyes. Maybe all things fear each other. My thoughts of the night fade as fast as the ... [The rest is un-readable as it faded into the white background.]