Better Dreams

"What's that in your hand," the curious firefly asked.

The figured cloaked in black sheathed his sword on his waist and showed the firefly his notebook.

"You are ever curious my dear little friend," the figure cloaked in black said. "This my friend is log. An account retelling the dreams of souls before they meet me. Some dreams pleasant dreams, either of reality or just tell-tale lies, while some have nightmare of which I'm afraid have met their fate untimely to their own accord.

"If you ever wonder, I have to write these memories down. All of it," the figure cloaked in black said.

"Why do you have to do that," the curious firefly said.

The figure cloaked in black hid the notebook back inside his robe. He smiled as he once more spoke to the firefly.

"It's both the reward and the punishment of what I do, little firefly," the figure cloaked in black said. "There is nothing much to look forward in my toil. The least I have are these whimsies that made me look forward to my labor. What better joy is it to collect memories when all you do is collect soul?"

The curious firefly paused for a bit. Thank the figure cloaked in black and bid his farewell. The curious firefly took off and left.

"I have an idea," the curious firefly said on his way. "I'll write different memories and I'll remember it all. The ones I made and the ones they all have. That would be a better joy than reading those dreams. I'll make better dreams."