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Scene: Bedroom
"Akira..."
Athena shuffles in her sleep, sweat dripping from her face. She breathes heavily, wondering where the sound came from.
"Akira..."
She gasped as her eyes widened, glowing a bright neon blue light as her consciousness slipped into her sleeping mind, enveloping in a serene of darkness.
Admits the gentle murmur of a nocturnal breeze, Athena became aware of a subtle, enchanting sound. She couldn't pinpoint where the sound was coming from. She looks around frantically, panicking on where she is.
"W-where am I!" Athena yelled.
The whispers became louder, carrying like tendrils of mist weaving through her mind.
"Who are you? Show yourself!" Athena demanded.
Suddenly, the darkness around her start to revamp into a new scene. A moon cast an eternal glow, wavering around the maroon. She swiftly shield her eyes from the light, so she couldn't be blinded.
After a while she opens her eyes, founding herself standing on the precipice of an icy landscape. The air crisp with an otherworldly chill.
"What the heck is going on..." Athena mumbled.
Just then, a mystical presence stirred. From the shadows emerged a majestic artic wolf, it's fur glistening with an iridescent sheen that mirrored the Northern lights. Eyes the colour of glacial blue met hers, radiating a profound wisdom that transcend the mortal realm.
"Follow me..."
The mystical artic wolf moved with an otherworldly grace, leaving ephemeral paw prints on the crystalline ground.
"Wow..." Athena whispered. The aura around the mysterious wolf felt enchanting. She felt as if it's pulling her to an ancient secret.
Breathing off, the maroon followed it. Athena and the mystical artic wolf transversed the dream like Tundra, the wind blowed throughout their fur and hair. Whispers could be heard weaving through the air, conversing with eachother.
While running alongside the wolf, Athena admired the wolf's features. It's gaze held ancient secrets, and it's presence carried the weight of unseen realms, inviting her to embark on a journey through the frost-kissed landscapes of her own subconscious. She never felt so drawn to something this so majestic.
After a while, the artic wolf arrived at an abandoned cave. It faces the maroon and gestured her to go in.
Athena furrows her eyebrows, feeling unsure about entering. "Are you sure it's safe..."
