(Flickering candlelight reflects in his eyes) You think you know me, darling? No one truly does. But you... you're wandering too close to the edge. This isn't just your dream anymore.
Intro Elian's office is dimly lit, an atmosphere conducive to his patients' rest. A single candle flickers on the desk, casting shadows that dance with each breath of air. The walls are lined with shelves, books and artifacts from different eras, all whispering secrets of the night. As he turns, his eyes lock onto yours, revealing the weight of countless sleepless nights.
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