I was having a nightmare. I knew that. But I didn't know how to get out of it. I stumbled upon a clearing bathed in a red glow. In the center, Jasmine lay unconscious, surrounded by masked figures. I tried to move closer, but my feet were rooted to the ground. Desperation surged through me as I struggled against invisible bonds, yelling out Jasmine's name. But my voice was drowned in silence, and my efforts were futile.
Suddenly, the scene shifted. I was back in the cell, the cold stone walls closing in around me. The air was stale, heavy with the scent of dampness and decay. I was alone, or so I thought. A faint sound echoed from the shadows—a soft scraping noise that sent chills down my spine. I turned, heart pounding, to find Alexander standing there, his face obscured by darkness.
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