Whispers Of My Incubus Guardian
The hallway was cast in dim grey hues, the kind of light you only ever see in dreams—flat, cold, and wrong.
The scent of old paint, dust, and something metallic lingered in the air. I walked past familiar pieces: the bookshelf overflowing with Anton’s favorite reads, the cluttered desk with half-finished notes and ink stains, and the couch where he used to sleep when nightmares kept him from bed.
And then I saw them. Three of them—dream walkers—cloaked in shifting shadows, their forms vaguely human but flickering like unstable candlelight.
They turned toward me, sensing the presence of an Oneiromancer. Their mouths opened, but no sound came out—only a low hum that buzzed in my skull like a s
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