My eyes slowly adjusted to the darkness.
What the hell… where am I?
‘Okay… this is weird,’ Astrid’s voice echoed in my mind, just as unsettled as I felt.
‘Where are we?’ I asked.
She paused, scanning our surroundings. ‘I think… we’re in a dream. But this—this feels familiar. I’ve seen this before.’
She was right. There was something eerily recognisable about it.
We stood inside what looked like an ancient castle. The air felt cold, heavy with age, yet a large fire roared in a stone hearth, casting flickering shadows across the room. It looked like a grand hall—long wooden tables stretched across the space, draped in furs. Plates overflowed with hearty food, untouched, as if frozen in time.
It felt like stepping into a medieval world.
‘I don’t want to scare you,’ Astrid said cautiou
