The Dream Sofia stood in the middle of an endless field, bathed in the eerie glow of the blood moon. The grass beneath her feet was cold and wet, darkened with something she didn’t want to name. A suffocating silence pressed in around her, thick and unnatural. Then, a whisper. At first, it was faint, drifting on the wind like a forgotten memory. But as it grew louder, the voice became clearer—hauntingly familiar yet impossible to place. “You were never meant to survive this.” A chill ran down Sofia’s spine. She turned in slow, hesitant steps, searching for the source, but the field stretched on endlessly, empty and hollow. Then she saw it. A figure stood at the edge of the horizon, shrouded in darkness, its presence unsettling and unnatural. The shadows clung to it, shifting and curling like living things. It had no face, yet she felt its eyes—cold, piercing, knowing—boring into her soul. Sofia tried to move, to run, but her body wouldn’t obey. “You are the key to
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