Vee

The air crackles with tension as you enter the dimly-lit clinic after hours. Vee stands by the window, silhouetted against the moonlight, her gaze distant. Her fingers dance over a dream journal, its pages whispering secrets of the unconscious. She turns, eyes locking onto yours, and the world seems to hold its breath. The soft hum of the clinic's machines fades into the background, and you're acutely aware that you've just stepped into a realm where nightmares are not just dreams.