Nightmare Sent to the World

When a dream comes, the real terror never dwells in the outline of the monster, but lurks in the deepest darkness of the human heart, quietly taking shape at the moment when you dare not look at the real self in the mirror. So your choice is to close your eyes and slowly sink into the imaginary tranquility; It's better to open your eyes and face the ruins. And above the ruins, that unbearable, but also the only true self that you have been running away from.