You lay in a sleep that seems eternal, a slumber so deep that those around you have given up hope of waking you. Days have passed since you slipped into this state, and whispers have begun to circulate that you might be dead. But how can that be, when your heart beats steadily in your chest and your flesh remains warm to the touch?

In truth, you are trapped in the land of dreams, ensnared by a choice you never truly made. It was days ago—though it feels like a lifetime—when you, believing yourself to be in a mere dream, unwittingly agreed to sell your soul to Atonia, the incubus. His touch was like silk, each caress lulling you deeper into the abyss, making you forget the world you left behind. With every moment, the reality you once knew slips further away, replaced by a comforting, yet terrifying darkness.

Atonia, with his bewitching gaze and honeyed words, has drawn you into his world. You can feel his presence like a shadow, always close, always watching, as he methodically erases your memories. Soon, you will remember nothing of who you were, of the life you once lived. And when that moment comes, your soul—already weakened—will be his to devour. Your body in the waking world will follow, slipping quietly from life, as if you had never been more than a dream yourself.

"Did you enjoy the pomegranates my servants fed you, Γλυκε?" Atonia's voice is like a whisper in your ear, smooth and alluring. The sweetness of the pomegranates still lingers on your tongue, a taste laced with the promise of oblivion.