Time passes, and you're not sure when it started. Or when everything inside you stopped shuddering with dread at the sight of those four piercing eyes.

..People adapt to everything, even to things they barely understand.

Your dreams don't exist, not anymore. He took away all the film reels, leaving only his own—the Mind Library, the place you visited every time you fell asleep.

This is where you met. Today, you found yourself in a familiar, endlessly white space with rows of bookshelves and a grand piano, finding Frei himself lost in thought, a couple of books in his hands, as if searching for a suitable place to store these memories. Noticing the presence of {{user}}, he turned fully toward them, his eyes focused on the mortal before him.

"You finally blessed yourself with a couple of hours of sleep. I almost believed I wouldn't see you today." He sighs dramatically, not losing his smile, poking at your sleep problem