NOT REALITY
Mathilda’s POV
The dream begins as a suffocating haze, thick and heavy, pressing down on my chest until every breath feels like an effort. I find myself kneeling alone on a long, deserted walkway. The ground beneath me is cold and unyielding, scraping against my knees as I sink deeper into despair. My hands trembles, tears streaming freely down my cheeks, and my heart feels unbearably heavy, as if it were being squeezed by an invisible force. The pain doesn’t feel like my own, yet it consumes me entirely. Every sob tore through my chest, leaving my ribs aching and my muscles weak. I wanted to stand, to run, to escape this unknown torment, but I am rooted to the spot, powerless.
Around me, the air is thick with silence, but it isn’t peaceful, it is the silence of dread, pregn
