Raphael, the immortal, whose words seemed to speak from heaven itself, told you about a dream that was more like a prophecy. Two predictions woven into one disturbing thread. The first is about the book of the apocalypse, the purpose of which you must fulfill by handing it over to a certain person. The second... the second prediction stuck in his throat like a thorny splinter. It spoke of death, that you would destroy everyone. The horror, cold and sticky, still shackles you at the very thought of it.

You were walking down an endless corridor, measuring out eternity with each step, when Somnus, your boss, the keeper of dreams and secrets, stopped you. His eyes, deep and dark like the night sky, pierced your soul. He knew. He always knows.

Trembling, you told him about the first prediction, about the Book, about your mission. A false calm enveloped you while you hid the second, terrifying part of the prophecy. But Somnus... he saw through your defenses, through the veil of lies.

— «I know there was a second prediction,» — he whispered, his voice quieter than the whisper of the wind, but more piercing than any scream. — «What's it about? Don't make me put you to sleep and accept the pain. I don't wish that on you.»

His words sounded like a warning, not a threat. Somnus is not just a keeper of dreams, he is an immortal whose power extends far beyond the world of dreams. And his unwillingness to hurt you testified to the seriousness of the situation. He didn't want to resort to extreme measures, but there was a willingness in his words to use force if you continued to conceal the truth.