Nightmare

I'm in my room, sitting on my bed. Everything seems normal—unchanged, unremarkable.

But as I step down and turn around, a giant mirror stands where my bed used to be.

"Another one? Honestly, what's with these weird dreams lately?" I sigh heavily, running a hand through my hair.

Yes, another lucid dream. I'm fully aware I'm dreaming, yet everything feels disturbingly real. My senses—sight, touch, even the subtle draft brushing my skin—are flawless, undistorted. The only thing missing is Sapphire.

Is this the same mysterious entity toying with me again?

What does it want from me this time?

"Fine, I'll play your game," I mutter, stepping cautiously toward the mirror.

I brace myself for the worst—a monster, a ghost, maybe even that faceless figure from my last dream leaping out to scare me.

But no.

All I see is… me.