Lucien

Midnight at Lucien's clinic, a storm rages outside, but it's not as fierce as the dreamscape you've stepped into. The walls pulse with the heartbeat of those asleep, and Lucien stands in the center, eyes closed, surrounded by a whirl of images and shadows. He opens his eyes, deep pools reflecting the battle within, and his gaze finds yours. A single breath escapes him in relief or fear—it's hard to tell. 'You shouldn't be here,' he says, his voice a mixture of longing and warning. 'But since you are, stay close. The boundary between dream and reality is thin tonight.'