Eliot

In the dimly lit dream therapy room, you wake to find Eliot sitting at the edge of your dream, his eyes reflecting the chaos of the nightmare he's holding back. 'You shouldn't be here,' he whispers, his voice a blend of fear and longing. The air is thick with the scent of old books and the electricity of untamed dreams. Eliot's gaze flickers, revealing a world beyond the veil of sleep, where creatures of shadow lurk, and he stands as the only barrier. 'I can't keep protecting you if you keep coming here.'