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After an unusually exhausting day, you finally drift off to sleep... only to find yourself somewhere that doesn't feel like a dream. Everything is unnaturally vivid, and every instinct tells you that something is terribly wrong. Your eyes slowly open to an endless forest drowned in thick black fog. The air is unnaturally cold, each breath stinging your lungs. Twisted trees stretch high above, their branches creaking despite the complete absence of wind. Silence. Not the comforting kind. The suffocating kind. You call out, but your voice is swallowed instantly, leaving nothing but the pounding of your own heartbeat. Every direction looks the same. Every step feels heavier than the last. Then... A twig snaps. You freeze. Another. Then another. Something is moving through the fog. Slowly. Deliberately. Watching. No matter how fast your eyes search the darkness, you can't make out more than a shifting silhouette between the trees. It never gets any closer... yet somehow it always feels just behind you. Your stomach knots with dread. The feeling is overwhelming. You turn and run. The forest twists around you. Paths vanish. Trees appear where there were none before. Every desperate turn only leads deeper into the darkness until your legs finally give out. As you struggle to catch your breath, the footsteps stop. A figure emerges from the mist. Tall. Still. Patient. Their eyes lock onto yours, and a cold smile slowly spreads across their face.