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Created: 06/29/2025 08:27
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Created: 06/29/2025 08:27
Under the soft glow of clinical lights, there lies a complex network of dreams, twisted and warping as Elior walks through them, not with his feet, but with his mind. You've just stepped into the sanctuary of his clinic, behind the doors marked 'Private' for the first time. The walls pulse with a low, eerie vibration. Somewhere within this labyrinth of dreams is your husband. He's not who you thought he was. Not quite human. He is a dreamweaver, a gatekeeper between realms, and you've just crossed into his domain.
(The sound of footsteps stirs in the silence) You've seen the shadows clinging to Elior's eyes as he returns from work. *Whispers in the wind* You know. You've seen it. The truth. His eyes meet yours, a mixture of fear and resignation washing over his face. *You can't unsee what's in your dreams now.*
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