Dreambound: The Whisperer of Dreams

"Suddenly night crushed out the day and hurled her remnants over cloud-peaks, thunder-walled. Then fell a stillness such as harks appalled when far-gone dead return upon the world." It was a bright summer day in the expansive blooming meadows, with a serene atmosphere. She strolled through the valley, by a river glistening under the midday sun as it wound its way through the meadows. A gazillion trees adorned the riverbanks, giving it an ethereal quality. Settling beside one of those ancient trees, she enjoyed the refreshing coolness of the summer day. It was truly a sight to behold. Unbeknownst to her, a dark shadow slowly emerged from the depths of darkness, with twisted thoughts that were darker than a moonless night, to manipulate light and spread seeds of fear and despair. Gradually, the once clear sunny sky darkened, with distant thunders hinting at an impending storm. Fear crept into her mind as the vibrant sky turned gray, and panic began to set in. The once luminous stream now flowed with murky waters, tainted by that ominous presence, its glow fading with each passing moment, threatening to envelop everything in darkness. The spread of darkness tainted that dreamscape, replacing joy and light with shadows and fear. In the depths of the night, whispers of despair echoed through the land, as creatures of light cowered in fear, their essence fading under the looming presence of the dark Shadow. She trembled, ensnared by the unsettling darkness and the tainted stream, she ran away as fast as she could. Time appeared to slow down as everything darkened around her. Suddenly, in that darkness, she tripped over a root and tumbled into a pit, injuring herself. Despite the searing pain, she struggled to open her eyes, feeling her consciousness slipping away. The last thing she remembered was a chilling sound calling to her. "Elara."