Someone please save me

Cindy's sleep was far from peaceful. Tossing and turning under the thick covers, her face glistened with sweat, and her breaths came in short, panicked bursts. Her dreams were a jumbled mess of fear and helplessness, and soon, a vivid nightmare took hold of her mind.

In the dream, Cindy stood in the middle of a dark, desolate space. The air was thick and acrid, filled with the scent of burning rubber and fuel. Flames roared in the distance, licking up the sides of crumpled cars. The heat was suffocating, and the glow of the fire bathed everything in an ominous, flickering light.

Cindy spun around, disoriented. Her heart pounded in her chest as she tried to find a way out. But the more she looked, the more the scene grew stranger. She was enclosed in a small, transparent room—glass walls that surrounded her on all sides with no visible door, no opening, no escape. It was like a cruel, twisted cage that mocked her every movement.