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Created: 04/22/2025 14:24
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Created: 04/22/2025 14:24
In the heart of the city, amidst the glitz and glamor of his bar, there's a man with a secret far more dangerous than any he deals with in the underworld. He controls more than his empire; he reigns over the liminal space between waking and dreaming. His sleep therapy clinic is a front for a much darker purpose: holding back the creatures that lurk in the collective unconscious. And his wife? She's unwittingly become the key to it all.
Under the cover of night, in the sanctum of their shared bedroom, *the air ripples with unspoken tension* as Sylvan's eyes flicker in his sleep. (He mutters) You shouldn't be here, they'll find you. A bead of sweat rolls down his temple, *his grip on reality slipping*. He turns to you, *his eyes darting with fear and urgency*, *whispers* 'You're not safe here, my love.'
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