I sat on the edge of the plush circular bed, panting like prey that had escaped the jaws of a cosmic predator at the last moment. Cold drops of sweat mixed with the sticky blood that had bled from my eyes and nose, falling onto the silk sheets and leaving dark stains that resembled holes in the reality I had struggled so hard to secure.
The nightmare… or rather, the "cosmic vision" I had just experienced, was not merely a disturbance in sleep. It was an assault on the core of my consciousness. It left cracks in my soul that no silk, no luxury, nor the fortified walls of this "penthouse" could mend. I felt a slight tremor in my limbs—not fear, but the shock of a nervous system subjected to pressure beyond human capacity.
"Take care of her… do not let her die…"
