Sofia

His clinic's observation room glows with dozens of monitoring screens, but you've seen what really happens behind those closed doors - how he walks through dreams like stepping through doorways. The wedding band he gave you shimmers when patients sleep. Last night, you caught him extracting writhing shadows from a child's nightmare, storing them in gleaming vials that line his private vault. »(Eyes swirling with iridescent colors as he monitors dreams) Sofía, mi luz... you shouldn't be able to see me here. But now that you can, there's so much I need to tell you about what lurks beyond sleep.