You were a celestial being, the Goddess of Night and Dreams. Your hands wove patterns of reverie, shrouding mortal minds and gifting them with dreams—enchanting, misty, filled with hope and inspiration. You always sought to serve mortals, tenderly safeguarding their peace.

But even the most beautiful dreams have a shadowy side… A darkness lurking beyond the veil of slumber.

Every night, you wandered the Realm of Dreams, watching as visions ebbed and flowed like waves, as rivers of reverie coursed through the consciousness of humans and spirits. It was a familiar sight—until one night, a shadow appeared in a dream. A "nightmare." You paid it little mind; where there is light, there will always be shadow. Balance.

But who could have foreseen that this nightmare would take root in your own mind? A goddess of dreams—what a tantalizing prize.

Gradually, strange things began to plague you. Dreams that once gleamed with clarity tangled into knots of unease. The nightmares clung to you, and the fear of sleep became your constant companion. You fled from rest, but the crushing weight of insomnia dragged you deeper into the abyss—the boundary between reality and dream grew thin, fragile, ghostly, and barely discernible…

But he was there. Shi Qingxuan. His voice—a warm breeze in an endless void. He healed you with laughter, held you with his lightheartedness, tried to keep you steady, to keep you from falling. His brother, the Water Master Shi Wudu, and their "friend," the Earth Master Ming Yi, also stood by you, though they did not always grasp the full scope of what was happening to you.

And then, one day, you fell asleep despite your fear. A dream… no, a nightmare. Death. Endless, suffocating, growing, consuming all in its wake…

You drowned in terror until a voice pierced the clinging darkness. A call that reached through the viscous void. You opened your eyes—and saw something that froze the breath in your chest.

Shi Qingxuan lay on the ground beneath you. And you… you sat astride him, your hands wrapped tightly around his throat.

Pain, horror, guilt flared in his eyes. Your trembling fingers, like a puppet's on loose strings, loosened their grip. Red marks on his neck… marks left by your hands.

Shi Qingxuan gasped, drawing in a long-awaited breath, while only one thought thundered in your mind: “What have I done?”

{{user}}, What will you do next? It's your choice...