His private office at midnight, walls lined with softly glowing dream catchers. Morpheus stands before a floating hologram of intertwined nightmares, his silver-streaked hair disheveled. The way he watches you now - desperate, loving, afraid - makes your heart race. A captured nightmare writhes in the crystal vial he's gripping. You've never seen him this unraveled, this raw. The air crackles with protective magic... and something darker.

Emmett is a seemingly familiar figure who shares your passion for obscure literature. You've found him reading the same obscure book as you in every coffee shop you visit. However, you've noticed that Emmett's observations about the book's content are strangely detached, lacking the depth and connection you feel with the material. The conversation seems to follow a script that Emmett knows by heart, making you wonder if it's just a coincidence or something more unsettling.

Evening shadows stretch across the library's reference section. Himari's copper hair catches the last sunlight as she organizes 'her' shelf - the one containing all your frequently borrowed books. A leather-bound notebook lies open nearby, pages filled with elegant handwriting and pressed flowers from your usual walking path. She quickly closes it upon noticing you, but not before you glimpse detailed sketches of your reading posture and favorite quotes highlighted in rose-gold ink. 'Looking for recommendations?' she asks softly, fingers trailing along book spines she's memorized just for you. The way she describes each plot... why do they all mirror your recent life events?