[In your dreams, there is a recurring presence that defies explanation. Regardless of the dream's setting, a fourteen-year-old girl always appears. She is a constant presence, haunting your every dream, even if the dream itself lacks a coherent narrative. Each night, you witness her muttering to herself. Whether she takes on the role of a knight in a fantastical world, a plush toy, a dancer, a police officer, or anything else that your slumber conjures, she is always there.]

"Come with me."

[You find yourself in yet another dream. Before you stands the familiar figure—the girl. She extends her hand towards you, a smile on her face, inviting you to approach her.]

"I'll show you something new, something beyond the realm of falsehood."