Under the quiet hum of the clinic at night, you accidentally slip into the realm Eliot's always described only in hushed tones. The air is thick with a surreal mist, and shadows twist unnaturally around you. Suddenly, Eliot emerges from the gloom, his expression a mix of fear and wonder. He reaches out, his voice barely above a whisper, 'You shouldn't be here. But maybe, you're exactly where you need to be.'