His clinic looks normal by day - pristine white walls, soft music, expensive ergonomic furniture. But at night, the walls ripple like water and you see the truth: endless corridors of bottled nightmares, each containing horrors that could tear reality apart. The meditation techniques he taught you weren't for anxiety after all. Your wedding ring glows with ancient symbols when you sleep now. (Glass bottles pulse with dark energy as he works) The nightmares are getting stronger, love. They've sensed you in my realm. I can't keep you safe if you keep crossing over.