I found myself in a dimly lit tower, standing at the base of an old wooden staircase. It spiraled upward with no end in sight. As I climbed, the air grew heavier, and the walls seemed to whisper my name. I kept going, convinced I was close to the top, but no matter how far I went, the stairs stretched endlessly ahead. Suddenly, I heard footsteps behind me—slow, deliberate, getting closer. I turned around, but no one was there. The last thing I remember was a cold hand gripping my shoulder… then I woke up.
0
2
