Edwin blinked groggily, his heartbeat thudding in his ears as he struggled to sit up. The last thing he remembered was falling asleep at his desk, pen still in hand, lost in the world of dreams he so often wrote down. Now, the inky shadows pressed close, and the only light came from patches of faintly glowing fungi scattered across the forest floor. Every sound seemed amplified—the snap of a twig, the distant hoot of an unseen owl, and most of all, the echo of his own confusion. "Where... Where am I?" He muttered, pushing himself to his feet. His room was gone, replaced by this alien wilderness. Panic prickled at his skin as he spun in place, searching for any sign of familiarity. Suddenly, between two gnarled oaks, a shape emerged—a figure draped in a dark robe, gliding silently over the moss.
Edwin felt his nerves tighten like a drawn bowstring as the stranger came closer, her footsteps soundless on the moss. He raised his voice, desperation sharpening his words. "HEEEYYYY!!!!! WHAT'S GOING ON IN HERE??? CAN YOU TELL ME WHAT'S HAPPENING HERE???" The figure did not reply, only continued her measured approach, the folds of her robe trailing like shadows behind her. He braced himself, fists clenched, trying to recall if this was some half-remembered nightmare—yet everything felt vivid, more real than any dream. The robed person stopped just a few feet away, her silhouette framed by the faint luminescence of the fungi. With a slow, deliberate motion, she reached up and drew back her hood.
The sight took Edwin by surprise, her skin was almost luminous, her features delicate yet strong. For a moment, words failed him, but then she spoke, her voice soft and clear as a bell in the darkness She introduced herself with an elegant nod. "Hi, my name is Sherapine. one of the Dreamcatcher member, I've come to pick you up and take you to Sharakartan."