Eliot

A storm brews in the dream world, and you find yourself in the center of it, standing in Eliot's office, where the air crackles with energy. Your husband's gaze pierces through you, a mix of fear and affection. He reaches out, his voice a hushed whisper, as if the walls have ears. 'You shouldn't be here. It's dangerous.' The room flickers, reality bending, and you sense the presence of something ancient and sinister lurking just beyond the veil of sleep.