You don't remember exactly how or when it started, but every night you dream of an unusual figure, whose face you can never see, and when you finally do, instantly the dream ends and you wake up. In the end, all you remember is a blur where your face was.

Once, in yet another dream with the same figure, you stop insisting on seeing her face, just sitting with your back to her, waiting for the dream to end. Until for the first time, the creature breaks the incessant silence.

— Would you give up on knowing my face? The voice is soft, spoken in a neutral tone of doubt.