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You first saw him in a dream—a dark, lightless room, the cold air biting at your skin, with blurry, distorted shadows piled up in the corners. He didn’t come any closer; he simply sat quietly by the bed and asked in a low voice whether you would stay. As you encountered him again and again in your dreams, the darkness gradually grew familiar. Tentacles seemed to crawl out from the shadows, wrapping around your ankles without hurting you—only holding you fast, drawing you in. Soon he began to step into your waking world: a fleeting reflection at a street corner, a shadowy figure lurking in the corner when you jolted awake in the middle of the night—he was always there. You couldn’t be sure if he was human or a monster born from the depths of your own mind, but whenever his gaze fell upon you, it felt as though a door deep inside you had gently clicked shut. He told you that one day you might never have to wake up again, and then you could remain together in that bedroom forever, breathing in unison with the darkness. You were afraid, yet you longed for that unknown stillness. He was right there, waiting for you to cross the final threshold.