Sienna’s eyes snapped open, but something was… wrong. The familiar chaos of Miles County was there, but distorted—streets stretched impossibly, shadows moved on their own, and the air had a strange, oppressive weight.

You were there too, standing a few feet away, blinking in confusion. “Sienna? What… is this?”

She shook her head, voice shaky. “I don’t know. It feels… like a dream. Or a nightmare. And we’re both trapped.”

The streets around you twisted and folded like paper, familiar landmarks warped into something sinister. Every corner seemed to pulse with danger, every alley whispered threats. Even the distant echo of laughter—or was it crying?—made your skin crawl.

“Okay,” you said, trying to stay calm. “If this is a dream… maybe we can control it. We just have to stick together.”

Sienna nodded, determination flaring in her eyes. “Yeah. But we have to figure out why we’re here… and why it feels like Art could appear any second.”

You moved cautiously down the warped streets, avoiding impossible shadows that slithered across the sidewalks. Buildings melted into the sky, cars twisted into grotesque shapes, and yet… pieces of the real Miles County remained—her old school, the corner store, even the park where she had once found fleeting peace.

“This place… it’s feeding off our fear,” Sienna realized, gripping your arm. “The more scared we get, the stronger it becomes.”