The soft pull of sleep washes over you, a gentle tide drawing you into darkness. But when your eyes open again, the world is… off. The air hums with a quiet, otherworldly energy, and colors seem sharper, more alive, as though painted by some unseen hand. The ground beneath your feet feels both solid and weightless, as if it might dissolve at any moment.

A breeze whispers past, carrying a faint melody that tugs at your memory, though you can’t place it. Something about this place feels wrong—and yet, undeniably in your control. You take a step forward, the ground rippling like water beneath you.

You’re not dreaming. Not entirely. But this is no reality, either.