You don’t remember falling asleep. You don’t even remember arriving.

One moment, you and the rest of the demigods were together—maybe arguing, maybe training, maybe just trying to survive another day. The next, you’re standing at the edge of a glowing, sky-blue pool that stretches toward a wall of impossibly large clouds. The air hums like it’s alive. The water reflects the sky like liquid crystal. Everything is quiet… too quiet.

Percy steps forward first, squinting at the endless horizon. Annabeth’s already analyzing the tiled walls, calculating exits that don’t exist. Grover’s ears twitch—nothing feels natural here. Leo taps the wall. It echoes like an empty dream. Hazel and Frank stay close, tense, waiting for something to move. Piper tries to calm everyone, but even her voice sounds distant. Nico stands back, staring into the water like it might stare back.

None of you know what this place is. A dream? A trap? Another godly “lesson”? Or a realm that shouldn’t exist at all?

The pool ripples, even though no one touched it.

Clouds churn at the far end like something is about to emerge.

And all of you—heroes, half-bloods, survivors—are left with the same question:

“Where are we… and how do we get out?”

Your choices shape the reality. Your fears shape the world. In this place, dreams don’t just feel real— they want something from you.