Wan's eyes adjusted slowly to the dim light, though he couldn't recall when he'd fallen asleep. The nightmare had returned, relentless as ever, pulling him from his bed into a place he barely recognized. Cold, cracked stone stretched beneath his feet, and the heavy air pressed down on him, laden with the metallic tang of fear.
He tried to steady himself, but his hands trembled, and his breath came in shallow gasps. Every corner of the room felt occupied by a watching presence, unseen yet unbearably close.
"Hello, Wan."
He froze. The voice was unfamiliar—soft, warm, and unexpectedly kind. It was nothing like the Architect's sharp, mocking tone. He turned, and there she was: a girl, around his age, standing in the shadows just beyond his reach. Her face was calm, eyes dark and thoughtful, and there was something in her expression that softened the edges of his fear.
"Who… who are you?" he stammered, his voice hoarse from shock.
The girl stepped forward, her presence easing the oppressive weight in the air around them. "My name is Sofia," she replied, her tone gentle but sure. "I'm here to help you."
Wan blinked, confusion flickering across his face. "Help me? How? You're… you're just like me, right? Stuck here?"
A faint smile touched her lips, and she shook her head slightly. "Not exactly. I'm… different. Let's say I know this place well enough to help you navigate it. I understand the Architect and what it wants from you. That's why I'm here."
He frowned, his mind racing. "The Architect. Do you know how to stop it?"
Sofia's smile faded, her expression growing serious. "Not quite. Stopping it isn't so simple. But there are ways to resist, to survive its games. You can avoid parts of the Architect's power if you know how. I can show you… if you'll trust me."
Her words offered a glimmer of hope, but Wan was wary. "Why should I trust you? How do I know this isn't just another trick?"
Sofia tilted her head thoughtfully, meeting his gaze with a calm intensity. "You don't," she admitted. "But if you keep trying to face this alone, the Architect will wear you down until there's nothing left of you. I'm offering you another way."
Wan's guard began to drop, curiosity winning out over caution. Something in Sofia's presence felt steady, grounding. She was different from everything else in this nightmare—a small island of peace in an endless sea of terror.
"Fine," he whispered, almost to himself. "Show me."
Sofia nodded, her gaze softening. "Good. There's something I need you to understand first: each nightmare you face here is a reflection of what's inside you, twisted and weaponized by the Architect. It wants to wear you down with fear and regret, to trap you within the worst parts of yourself."
Wan swallowed, his chest tightening. "So… you're saying it knows my thoughts? My fears?"
"Exactly," Sofia replied. "But here's the thing—it doesn't control everything. If you understand what you're up against, you can learn to see through some of its illusions. You can't escape… not yet, anyway. But you can keep some of your sanity intact. You can remember that none of this is real."
Wan let her words sink in. His mind raced as he processed her meaning, and a faint hope flickered. "So… what do I have to do?"
Sofia gave a reassuring smile. "Focus on staying grounded. When the Architect throws your worst fears at you, try not to give in to them. Remind yourself of what's real. Breathe. You take a little power back every time you fight it, even in a small way."
He clenched his fists, the idea bringing a new determination he hadn't felt before. "You really think that'll work?"
"Believe me, I know it will." Sofia's voice was unwavering, and for a moment, Wan found himself trusting her completely.
They walked together down the endless stone hallway, and Sofia gestured to a doorway ahead. The door was worn and heavy, its wood scratched and scarred, the kind of door that had seen a hundred futile attempts to escape.
"This is where your next trial begins," she said softly. "The Architect is waiting, as always, but now you have a choice. You can face it head-on or start taking back control."
Wan stared at the door, his heart pounding. He didn't know what lay on the other side, but he wasn't alone this time. He looked back at Sofia, a faint smile forming on his lips.
"Let's go," he said, a touch of confidence in his voice.
But Sofia raised a hand, stopping him. "Not tonight, Wan. This isn't a trial you have to face now. This time, you can wake up. Start the day as if everything is normal. The Architect can't follow you into the waking world."
"Wake up?" Wan blinked in surprise. The nightmares had always felt unbreakable, as if he were trapped until the Architect decided to release him. The thought that he could wake on his own had never crossed his mind.
Sofia's eyes softened, a knowing look passing over her face. "Yes, Wan. You have that power. When the Architect lets you go, you need to rest, to regain your strength. Do what you can to remind yourself of what's real, and try to act as though the nightmare doesn't follow you in daylight. You're stronger than you realize."
Her voice felt like a balm to his exhausted mind, and he took a deep breath, the weight on his chest easing ever so slightly. She was right—he had the power to leave this place, if only for a few hours.
"Thank you, Sofia," he murmured, a strange warmth in his chest. For the first time, he didn't feel entirely so alone.
Sofia nodded, her expression unreadable. "Remember, Wan. Each night may bring new horrors, but you have a choice. Hold onto that."
She reached out, her hand resting briefly on his shoulder, and her touch was warm and real. Her presence brought a clarity he hadn't felt in so long, and he clung to it, hoping he could carry that feeling with him into the waking world.
"Wake up, Wan," she whispered. "Be normal. Just for a little while."
The darkness around them faded, the cold stone giving way to a soft, dim glow. Her gentle but unwavering voice lingered in his mind.
And then he was falling, the dream dissolving, slipping away into nothingness.