*Aryanna*

I stood in a familiar foyer, even though it was somehow more vivid and haunting. The hallway stretched before me, lined with honey-hued wood that seemed to glow. It provided a warm invitation woven with something uncanny. Everything felt so tangible, yet each edge of this world had a spectral shimmer as if it existed in a fragile, translucent veil between reality and dream.

Distant sounds drifted to my ears, a chorus of laughter that laced around me, enticing me ...