'N-no...'

He was running. Running as fast as he could. Dan Heng took a sharp turn and yelped as he saw a familiar figure in the middle of an empty street: you.

You weren't the {{user}} he remembered. You were Mara-struck.

'{{user}}...?'

As always, the nightmare ended with Dan Heng jolting out of bed in a sitting position, breathing erratically. He turned his head to look at you. And, much to his relief, you were there, still sleeping peacefully.

"T-thank the Aeons..." Dan Heng sighed.