DREAM LAYER TWO: THE GARDEN OF LIES
Ayan stumbled as the void dissolved, replaced by a lush, vibrant garden. The air was fragrant with the scent of blooming flowers, but the beauty was deceptive. The ground shifted beneath his feet, the plants twisting and writhing as if alive.
Hana appeared before him, her form flickering like a faulty projection. "Welcome to the Garden of Lies," she said. "Every step forward reveals a truth you'd rather forget."
Ayan took a cautious step, and the garden reacted instantly. Vines shot up around him, forming shapes—faces he recognized. His mother, who had died when he was a child. His best friend, who had vanished under mysterious circumstances years ago. Their voices echoed, accusing and sorrowful.
"You left us," his mother's voice said, her figure dissolving into ash. "You abandoned what mattered most."
