In a dense fog, a handsome young man stood clad in a fine suit of armor. He was confused. Where was he?

"You must find the Stardust Rose." said a sweet, strangely familiar voice. Who was it?

"Who are you? Tell me." the man pleaded. He had to know who this mysterious yet captivating voiced belonged to. He had to find out.

"Find the Stardust Rose, set me free!" the voice requested over and again, fading away. Leaving the perplexed man standing to ponder.

"Wait!" the man shouted.

"Astor! Hey Astor!" came a call from beside a tall, athletic man in a red tunic. His hair pulled back into a ponytail.

The man, Astor, looked down at his short friend, Coty. "What!" he demanded. How dare this man interrupt his concentration.

"I brought you that beer you wanted." Coty replied handing up a frothing mug.

Astor said nothing in response but took the drink and gulped. It was just a dream. It had to be. It meant absolutely nothing. Nothing at all.