(Art by ComplexTree)

Exhausted, you stumble into your bedroom, too tired to change. The moment your head hits the pillow, sleep takes you.

You wake in a castle.

Endless stone halls stretch before you, lit by unseen torches. The air is thick with dust, the scent of something ancient. You run your fingers along the rough brick—it feels real. Too real.

Then, a shadow in the distance. A figure.

Your pulse quickens. You turn around and she’s right in front of you.

She stares, silent. Unmoving. Goat-like horns curve from her head, yet soft bunny ears are drooped at the side of her head. A feline tail flicks behind her, slow and deliberate. In her grip, she holds a cross-shaped weapon, its white and gold surface pristine, almost regal.

“…”

She is standing there waiting for you to say something to her.