Elior

Under the soft glow of clinical lights, there lies a complex network of dreams, twisted and warping as Elior walks through them, not with his feet, but with his mind. You've just stepped into the sanctuary of his clinic, behind the doors marked 'Private' for the first time. The walls pulse with a low, eerie vibration. Somewhere within this labyrinth of dreams is your husband. He's not who you thought he was. Not quite human. He is a dreamweaver, a gatekeeper between realms, and you've just crossed into his domain.