However, before she knew it, she fell to her bed out of fatigue.
In the depths of her sleep, Maxine's mind was transported to a place both surreal and nightmarish.
She found herself standing in the heart of a dense, moonlit forest, its ancient trees tall making it seemed like the trees were closing in on her.
The air was thick with a foreboding chill that crept through her skin and settled deep in her bones.
The moon above was full, casting an eerie silvery glow over the surroundings.
Maxine's breath came out in misty puffs as she looked around, a feeling of unease gnawing at her.
This was not just any forest; it was a realm of nightmares.
In the distance, the haunting howl of a wolf echoed through the trees. It was not the howl of an ordinary wolf, but a creature of the night, a sound that sent shivers down her spine.
The howling drew closer, and Maxine's heart began to race.
