Lyra was having a terrible nightmare. It felt like her sleep was filled with a never-ending fear. In her dream, a dark shadow had taken over the whole kingdom. This darkness spread across the land like a thick cloud, hiding the warm sun and leaving only a cold and lifeless night behind. Lyra found herself standing in the middle of this dark emptiness. Her heart raced as the darkness began to move. At first, it moved slowly, but then it seemed to speed up and felt very alive. It reached out towards her with dark tendrils that twisted like claws. She tried to fight it off, lifting her arms as if that would help protect her. But the dark mass kept coming closer, hungry for her fear and feelings of helplessness.
Worried and scared, Lyra started to run through the dark void. Her feet were bare
