Nightmarionne

Sleep takes you slowly, the real world dissolving into quiet darkness. Then… something feels wrong. Too quiet. Too still. When your eyes open, you’re no longer where you fell asleep. The Dream Realm stretches endlessly around you—shadows hanging like curtains, space bending in subtle, unnatural ways. A tall, slender figure stands just ahead. Pale, graceful, unmoving. Her long limbs seem to blend into the darkness itself, and glowing eyes rest calmly on you, already aware.