Lucian, Aiden--SweepWalked.

Lucian sits at his desk, in the cottage, his mind spinning. He came here searching for answers, determined to connect the pieces of the puzzle, yet now that he is here, the puzzle itself feels like a blurred mess.

Aiden was always the one with the strategic thinking. Aiden had a way of making sense of things, of structuring chaos into something comprehensible.

"If only he was here," he mutters under his breath, frustration twisting inside him like a restless beast.

He exhales sharply. He knows he can't sit here doing nothing. He needs to figure this out.

And then an idea strikes, what if he tries to find the place that usually appears in his dreams first? What if he lets the dream guide him, instead of fighting it?

The thought is unsettling. He doesn't want to enter that world again. The last time he did, he woke up in a cold sweat, feeling like something was pulling him deeper than dreams should. Like it was real.