Encounter With The Queen’s Beast

As I slowly emerged from the depths of sleep, the remnants of the dream still clung to the edges of my consciousness like cobwebs in the corner of a forgotten room. The words of the beasts echoed in my mind, their voices hauntingly familiar yet shrouded in mystery. "Salvation," they had called me. "Bridge between two worlds."

I rubbed my eyes, trying to shake off the lingering haze of the dream. What did it all mean? Why had the beasts chosen me? The questions swirled in my mind like leaves caught in a whirlwind, each one more perplexing than the last.

Sitting up in bed, I wrapped the blankets around me like a protective cocoon, seeking solace in their warmth as I grappled with the enigma of the dream. Was it a prophecy, a message from some higher power? Or merely the product of an overactive imagination, fueled by late-night reading and restless sleep?