"Ugh..."
I grimaced, wiping at my arms again, though there was nothing actually there. The sticky, clammy sensation still clung to my skin like a bad memory.
Even though I knew it wasn't real—just an illusion conjured inside a dream—the disgust refused to fade.
I let out a low groan and shook my head, trying to scrub the feeling away from my mind.
Dreams.
They're strange things—reflections of the subconscious, twisted and raw. The hidden corners of a person's mind laid bare.
In dreams, people show what they never would in reality. Their fears. Their desires. The things they'd rather die than admit aloud.
That's why dreams are both fascinating and horrifying. They're the deepest abyss of a person's heart.
And staring into someone else's abyss... isn't something you come out of feeling clean.
"...Damn it."
The word slipped out before I could stop it.
The images from moments ago flashed across my mind again, vivid as ever.
Tentacles.
