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Chapter 20: If You Remember Me, Then I Made It Out Too
          
          Water lanterns drift across the black river.
          A promise flickers in their glow.
          And deep within the Somni Center, where dreams bleed into memory, Dimitri faces The Lucid one last time. Blood will be spilled, ghosts will return, and love will claw its way out of the dark.
          
          The nightmare ends here.
          Or begins again.
          
          Read the final chapter of Act 2.
          Nothing stays buried forever.
          
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CHAPTER 17: At Midnight, Consequences Grow Flowers
          
          The Drift throws its most dangerous party yet.
          
          The Speaker invites the crowd to play a new game—one where hands are severed, secrets bloom, and the only currency is pain.
          
          Midnight strikes.
          
          The rules change.
          
          And someone won’t survive.
          
          Read now—if you dare. 
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Chapter 16 – Velvet Neon and the Drift of Shadows
          ️ CONTENT WARNING: This birthday burns red.
          Inside The Drift, time spirals, glitter bites, and every drink stares back. Dimitri’s celebration turns euphoric, electric… and very wrong.
          Some clubs play music.
          This one plays with your mind.
          
          Take the shot. Join the ritual. But don’t look too long into the glass—
          it might blink first.
          
          Read now—if you dare. 
          
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Chapter 15: Make a Wish, Birthday Boy
          The garden remembers him. The cupcake breathes. And every stitched mouth sings his name.
          
          Dimitri was never supposed to survive this long.
          Now the dream wants a celebration.
          Candles. Confetti.
          A cake with teeth.
          
          But what do you get the birthday boy who brought grief to the party? 
          
          Read now, if you dare. 
          
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Chapter 14: Entwined in the Garden’s Breath
          
          Beneath a sky stitched with gold and violet, the dream garden trembles. Petals bloom into teeth. Statues weep. And at the heart of it all, The Lucid stands—antennae unfurling like a crown of serpents, scissors gleaming, rage coiled and ready.
          
          Far away, Dimitri feels the soil shift.
          
          New survivors arrive. Old horrors return. And as the Harvesters rise from the mist, the dreamworld spirals into chaos.
          
          Black ichor spills. Garden gnomes giggle with dynamite in hand. A head blossoms from a pumpkin’s rot. And through it all, the garden watches.
          
          What they find at its edge is not salvation—
          
          What waits beyond will unmake everything they thought they knew.
          
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In this chapter of The Sleep Trials:
          A locked door opens.
          A file reveals a truth no one was meant to see.
          And in the depths of Somni, something stirs—
          called forth by petals, prayers… and sacrifice.
          
          ✨Petals Drifting Through Dreamlight 
          
          Click if you dare.
          
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Chapter 12: Bound Beneath the Breathing Soil
          A file is printed. A lie is told. A dream begins to rot.
          Alba descends deeper than ever before—into memory, into madness, into him.
          But some echoes aren’t just dreams.
          Some things buried don’t stay buried.
          
          Have fun in the dreamworld my friends 
          Read now—if you dare.
          
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⚠️ CONTENT WARNING: EXTREME BODY HORROR, SURGICAL VIOLENCE, AND PSYCHOLOGICAL DISTURBANCE. THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS HIGHLY GRAPHIC MATERIAL THAT MAY BE DISTRESSING TO SOME READERS. PROCEED WITH CAUTION.
          
          CHAPTER 11 — THE SOUND OF BREAKING SKIN
          
          The days at Somni are growing colder. And the minds? They’re beginning to tear.
          
          Ren’s descent reaches its most harrowing point yet. As the Cogni-9 drags him deeper, reality begins to fracture.
          Inside the experimental chamber, The Lucid waits — and this time, he’s not alone.
          
          What follows is a new kind of nightmare.
          And at Somni, there’s always further to fall.
          
          Enjoy the nightmare, my friends. 
          Welcome to Act 2. 
          
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Bonjour from Paris!
          I’m releasing Chapter 10 while overlooking the Eiffel Tower—because what better place to end act 1 of The Sleep Trials than with heartbreak, horror, and a grave that might not stay closed?
          
          Dimitri falls deeper than ever before. Into dreams. Into trauma. Into the grave itself.
          
          Chapter 10 is the tipping point.
          The axe falls. The mirror shatters.
          
          He died once. He might not come back again.
          
          Enjoy the nightmare, my friends.
          To be continued…
          
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The dreamworld is unraveling. 
          The carnival pulses with blood and memory.
          She’s not sure what’s real anymore.
          He’s not sure he can come back from this.
          And The Lucid is watching.
          
          The ride isn’t over. It’s only just begun.
          Chapter 9: Who We Were Before the Smoke 
          Is out now! Read if you dare. 
          
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