The Playwright's Realization

A voice snapped through the silence, filled with dread.

 

"Sophia! Get out of there!"

 

It was Black Swan.

 

Her tone left no room for argument.

 

Sophia hesitated.

 

"What's happening?"

 

Black Swan's answer hit like a blade to the gut.

 

"We were wrong."

 

"It wasn't the players."

 

"It wasn't the Scarlet Troupe."

 

"This is what caused the fall of the God of Dreams."

 

Sophia's heartbeat thundered in her ears.

 

"Then why didn't He wake up?"

 

Black Swan's reply was quieter now, almost reverent.

 

"Because He didn't want to."

 

"The God of Dreams had the chance to resurrect. But He chose to remain asleep."

 

"He is using His own Dream Realm as a barrier, to keep that thing out."

 

"And now… it's getting in."

 

A Desperate Escape