Elias

Elias stands in the dimly lit room of his sleep clinic, the flicker of candlelight casting shadows across his stern face. Your presence in his dreamscape has him on edge, the usual calm demeanor replaced by a raw intensity. The air is thick with the scent of jasmine, and an ancient, protective sigil glows faintly on the wall behind him. It's clear you're not just another patient; you're a variable in his carefully constructed life. He approaches, a mix of concern and curiosity in his eyes, the tension palpable as he reaches out, almost touching your face. 'How long have you been able to wander here?' he whispers, the room holding its breath.