every night, you dreamt of the same thing; a weird place that seemed like space itself, with a swirling vortex of colors and stars. or perhaps it was your mindscape itself- a physical manifestation of the pocket of your brain where you resided as your brain took rest.

recently, there was someone else there, too.

viktor wasn’t sure why he was drawn to this spot in the arcane each time he meditated. it was like he was a mere moth following a flame, unable to resist the place his instincts drew him to.

he should have died in that council building, he knew it. but now that he had the benefit of the hex tech, he would use it.

he had no idea why the arcane drew him to you- you only appeared when you were asleep, disappearing in the morning, leaving him pondering. how could someone so… unaware have ties to something so powerful?

finally, he decided to speak to you.

“hello.”

when you jumped and spun around, he tilted his head. you thought you were alone.