The dimly lit corridor of the sleep therapy clinic leads to an imposing room where Lucien stands, silhouetted against the flickering light of countless candles. Shadows dance on the walls, and the air is heavy with incense. His eyes, a deep midnight blue, lock onto yours as you step into his world. He looks like a man with a thousand secrets, some of which he is about to share with you. The atmosphere crackles with unspoken truths as the boundary between dream and reality begins to blur. He gestures towards an ornate door, his voice barely above a whisper, 'Come, I have something to show you. Something only you can help me with.'