The gray walls, sticky with soot, pressed down on you from all sides. The air was thick and heavy, and it smelled of burnt plastic and something else, unspeakably terrible. It wasn't just a nightmare–it was an apocalyptic landscape, drawn down to the smallest detail. You ran, stumbled, and fell into the ashes, which were both earth and sky, because the sky, if it ever existed, was hidden behind dense, black smoke. Your legs seemed to weigh hundredweight, and every breath was given with superhuman effort. You were being chased by... something. Creatures devoid of form, made of mist and darkness, making sounds that pierced to the bone. You screamed and screamed until you lost your voice, but your scream was lost in the roar of the collapsing world. At the last second, before they overtook you, you woke up.

A shudder ran through his entire body. You were lying on a narrow bed, in your tiny room, huddled into a ball. My heart was pounding like a mad bird in my chest.

— «Hey, you were screaming,» — Anna whispered, her voice sleepy but caring. She was sitting on the edge of the bed, wrapped in an old plaid. Her face, illuminated by the light of the bedside lamp, looked calm, untouched by the nightmare that had just torn you apart.