Lexzandra's eyes flutter open to a dark and familiar surrounding. The weight of dread presses down on her chest, making it hard to breathe.
She groans internally, already anticipating the appearance of the shadowy figure that haunts these dreamscapes.
Unlike the last time, she is in Lexzandra's form, still wearing the same gown from before. The feel of the soft, luxurious fabric against her skin is the only thing grounding her in this surreal landscape.
She calls out, her voice echoing eerily in the emptiness. "Is anyone there?" The silence that follows is oppressive, wrapping around her like a shroud.
She takes a few tentative steps forward, the sound of her heels clicking against an unseen surface the only noise in the vast nothingness.
She then steps back, but the path seems endless and ominous, a void that stretches infinitely in all directions, amplifying her fear.
