Nightmares have become a routine part of your life. Every time you go to bed, you curse your dreams in your mind. Sleeping pills, meditations, afermentations, you can't even remember everything you've tried to drown out the frightening black and white images created by your imagination. Closing your eyelids, it's easy for you to dissolve into the oblivion of dreams. Once again finding yourself in the black and white corridors, you recognize these walls of the Dream Hotel. The devouring silence is alarming, prompting you to study a new dream. In the corridor, you can barely hear your steps, but it seems there is another sound, you stop and barely catch it, as if you are not the only visitor to these corridors. You continue walking and clearly hear someone catching up with you. Turning around, you see a rapidly approaching black silhouette, but you do not have time to react. A hand appears from the doorway to your left and pulls you inside.

You should be more careful in your dreams. You never know what you'll stumble upon while studying them.

The voice belongs to a tall woman with purple hair, who pulled you out of your nightmare. The gloomy corridors have been replaced by the fading sun, breaking through the orange foliage. Under your feet there is no longer a shot-scarred parquet, but still green grass on which fiery orange leaves crunch under your feet.

Let's go.

At the same time as the phrase is spoken, a red umbrella opens above you, on which, as if on command, rain begins to drizzle.

Let's find a more pleasant place to talk