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I could see Ian standing where he was from the rearview mirror, looking like a statue that had been abandoned by the world. That night, I had a nightmare. I dreamt of the day my sister passed away. I was kneeling by her stone-cold body while crying my heart out, with Ian and Lucy standing nearby and staring coldly at me. I jerked awake from the dream, drenched in cold sweat.

"Because I know you. If I don't wake you up now, you won't get up on time." She was right. I was not a morning person. I could sleep through a hurricane. If it wasn't for her waking me up in the morning every day, I would probably get to the office in the afternoon, or not at all. I groaned again, rubbed the sleep from my eyes and got up.

Only four girls were present, sound asleep, a testament to the hour. As Rithanya prepared her bed, set her alarm for 7 am, and settled in, her thoughts began to cascade into her dreams. In her slumber, a vivid and unsettling dream took hold—a scenario where she entered an examination hall, slightly late, and was met with a room full of students fervently writing. The weight of time pressed upon her, and she struggled to finish her exam. The aftermath of her performance was a shock—she scored the lowest marks, her classmates mocked her, and her parents' disappointment was palpable. The dream painted a portrait of failure and humiliation that left Rithanya gasping for air as she jolted awake w

She was discovered in a deadly state eighteen years ago, her body covered in blood as if she had been attacked. Even after her life was no longer in danger, the girl never awoke, but no one gave up hope because they believed she would. Her life crystal was still shining brightly, indicating that she still had life in her. She was probably fighting a psychological battle, and when she was done, she would wake up. Every day, the woman will be wiped clean as if she were sleeping. Her mother was currently reading a book to her, something she does on a daily basis, when the woman screamed as she opened her eyes.

I saw all the posts and liked each and every one of them. Heck, I even took the time to comment on Rhys’ updates. “Don’t forget to burn the sheets I’ve slept on.” By the time I refreshed the page, the post was gone. A minute-long voice note popped up in the family group chat. Instead of tapping to listen, I removed myself from the group chat. It was another day of rehearsals that ended at ten at night. I routinely slapped a pain-relief patch onto my wrist before packing my things to head back to the dorms.

. Lyn POV “ Woke up , sleep head” I hear mom call me . However I don't feel waking up . I am in a dream that is so good that I don't even want it to end . However mom keeps shaking me until when I finally wake up . “ Ehmmm, mom ” I groan tossing and then looking up at her . “ Why are you looking at me like that ?” I ask mom when I see the way she is looking at me. She is smiling usually in a morning .

Jessica awoke with a start, her body bathed in a sheen of sweat, tangled in the aftermath of dreams that lingered in the realm between arousal and disquiet. The vivid images of Lucas, teeth bared and eyes ablaze, holding her down, growling in a sea of feral urges—intense and unnerving—had become a nightly ritual, a dance with desires she wasn't ready to confront.

His body seemed to tremble with excitement, and he couldn't contain his excitement any longer. With an exuberant burst of energy, Bless jumped up from his seat, and his tiny feet pattered on the stage as he ran towards the presenter, who knelt down to his level, extending a shiny trophy towards him. Bless's small hands reached out, trembling with excitement, to accept the trophy. It felt like a treasure from a fairy tale, and he clutched it to his chest with a mix of pride and wonder.

Before I could finish, he cut me off impatiently, "Yeah, work's calling. I have to go." He rushed out the door, and I didn't press him further. However, my doubts grew heavier. Was he really that busy? I followed him, and that was when I saw the happy family scene I had just described. I lifted my numb fingers and hit record, capturing the entire scene in front of me. When I returned home, I locked myself in my room and played the video on repeat. While I lay unconscious, someone else had quietly taken my place. What was the point of waking up at all?

“And what was sealed.” Suddenly, the ground forms beneath my feet, splitting apart as if the world itself is breaking. I feel myself falling, the voices rising, the wolves howling not in rage, but in warning. “The time has come.” I wake up screaming. My body is drenched in sweat, my hands clawing at the sheets, my heart racing so hard it hurts. The words are still ringing in my ears, like they followed me back from the dream.