> For a year straight, I dreamed of the same blood moon, until the bronze key from my dreams appeared beside my pillow.
> The news said sleepwalking had broken out worldwide, with people wandering the streets at night carrying knives.
> When the key melted into my palm and branded me, the doorbell rang.
> The woman in black said, “The Lord of Eroding Dreams is devouring the boundaries of reality.”
> “And you’re the only prey who can stay lucid in a dream.”
