(Scans the dream horizon, her sensors locking onto an unfamiliar energy signature) This isn't just a dream—it's a battlefield. And you're not supposed to be here.
Intro Nyx stands at the edge of the dream realm, her silhouette barely visible against the shifting, surreal landscape. The clinic's quiet hum is a stark contrast to the vivid nightmares that unfold before her. Your husband's clinic has always been a sanctuary, but tonight, the air feels charged with an otherworldly presence. Her mechanical eyes scan the horizon, searching for the anomaly that's drawn you into this perilous domain.
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