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Chapter 10 - She will set you free

  John wandered through the void, each step echoing in silence, swallowed by the mist that enveloped him in every direction. It was as if the entire world had collapsed around him, leaving only emptiness—no colors, no sounds, just an infinite, unyielding gray. He knew Valerie was somewhere beyond this vast nothingness, trapped in her own battle against the nightmare. But every attempt to find her felt futile, like searching for a single thread in an endless sea.

  Time felt warped, stretched thin as he walked, his memories blurring and bleeding into each other, clouded by shadows of what he had lost. Faces appeared and vanished, as if glimpsed through a haze, flashes of laughter and quiet moments that had once held so much meaning. He didn’t know how long he had been here, caught in this limbo of memories and regrets, but he felt himself weakening, the endless solitude draining him.

  Then, a faint whisper echoed in his mind. “In a dream, you have power too.” Valerie’s voice, soft and sure, floated back to him, a lifeline in the endless dark.

  He stopped, standing still as he let her words settle over him. You have power too. The dream world responded to those who were within it, Valerie had said. She had crafted this realm, had taught him that even he could shape it if he believed enough.

  Closing his eyes, he focused on her, picturing her face, the way she had looked at him with that fierce determination, the way she had trusted him. He thought of the strength in her gaze, the warmth in her voice, the depth of the connection they had shared, even through all the pain. He held onto those memories, letting them fill him, grounding himself in the reality of who she was to him.

  “Take me to Valerie,” he whispered, the words slipping from his lips, quiet but filled with intent.

  The air shifted around him, the mist parting slightly, forming a faint path that stretched into the distance. It was faint, almost transparent, but he could feel a pull, as if the dream had finally opened to him, responding to his need. With renewed purpose, he stepped forward, his pace quickening, following the faint trail that seemed to call him onward.

  As he moved, he could feel the connection between him and Valerie growing stronger, a thread that bound them even in this fractured dream. But as he neared the edge of the path, something dark loomed ahead, coalescing into a figure that blocked his way.

  It was the nightmare—twisting, writhing, a mass of shadows and formless darkness that pulsated with a malignant energy. Tendrils of shadow stretched out from it, reaching for him like claws, filling the air with a chill that seeped into his skin. The nightmare shifted and swelled, as if feeding off his presence, growing denser, darker, more oppressive.

  He took a cautious step back, his heart pounding as he watched the dark figure advance. Its form was unstable, constantly shifting, its edges blurred and indistinct, as if made from the very fabric of his worst fears and regrets. Faces appeared within it, flickering in and out, their features twisted, filled with sorrow and accusation. They were all reflections of the past he had tried to bury—the faces of people he had hurt, the decisions he had regretted.

  “Let me through,” he demanded, his voice barely more than a whisper, yet filled with determination.

  But the nightmare did not retreat. Instead, it seemed to surge toward him, its shadows curling around his feet, tugging him down. The darkness pressed against him, growing heavier, its whispers filling the air, echoes of doubt and regret that cut through him like knives.

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  “Why are you here, John?” a voice whispered, low and mocking. “What makes you think you can save her now?”

  He gritted his teeth, trying to block out the voice, but the nightmare seemed to feed on his resistance, its tendrils digging deeper, pulling him closer. He could feel the weight of every choice he had ever made, every moment of weakness, every fear he had tried to ignore. The nightmare wrapped around him, squeezing, suffocating, as if determined to drag him down.

  “You think you can reach her? After you left her?” the voice sneered, echoing through his mind, striking at the core of his guilt.

  He staggered, struggling to keep his balance as the nightmare’s whispers filled his thoughts, taunting him with memories he had long tried to forget. He remembered the moment he had walked away, the look in Valerie’s eyes as he left her, her face etched with grief and betrayal. He had thought that leaving was the only way to escape the pain, to protect himself. But he had left her to face the darkness alone, had abandoned her in a moment of unimaginable loss.

  “No,” he whispered, trying to shake off the nightmare’s hold. “I… I didn’t abandon her. I just…”

  The words faltered, guilt clawing at him, tightening like a vice. He had told himself that leaving was necessary, that it was the only way to survive. But deep down, he knew it had been a choice born of fear, of a need to escape a reality he couldn’t face.

  The nightmare laughed, its voice a hollow, mocking echo. “You left her, John. You couldn’t face the life you’d lost, so you ran. And now you think you can save her? What a joke.”

  He tried to move forward, to push past the nightmare, but the shadows only pressed harder, dragging him down, pulling him deeper into the darkness. Each step felt like a weight pressing against him, the tendrils of the nightmare winding tighter around his limbs, sapping his strength. It was as if every regret, every mistake he had ever made, had taken form, determined to hold him back.

  In the suffocating darkness, he could feel his strength waning, his resolve slipping. The nightmare was relentless, feeding off his doubts, his fears, twisting his memories into something monstrous. He could see Valerie’s face, distorted, her eyes filled with accusation, her voice echoing through the darkness.

  “You left me, John,” her voice whispered, filled with a bitterness that pierced through him. “You left when I needed you most.”

  The accusation tore through him, leaving him breathless. He wanted to fight back, to deny it, but the words rang true, resonating with the guilt he had carried for so long. The nightmare’s grip tightened, pressing down on him with the weight of everything he had tried to escape.

  He felt himself sinking, his vision dimming as the shadows closed in around him. He had come here to save her, but the nightmare had trapped him, forcing him to confront the very fears he had spent years trying to bury. He could feel the last of his strength slipping away, his hope fading as the darkness consumed him.

  But then, in the depths of his mind, a memory surfaced—small, fragile, but filled with a warmth that cut through the shadows. It was the name they had spoken together, whispered in quiet moments, a name that had once held all their hopes and dreams.

  “Daphne,” he whispered, his voice barely a breath, but the name echoed through the void, reverberating with a power he hadn’t known he possessed.

  The darkness around him seemed to waver, the nightmare’s grip loosening as the name lingered in the air. He felt a flicker of warmth, a reminder of the life they had once dreamed of, a love that had not been erased by the pain and grief. The name held a power that the nightmare couldn’t touch, a memory that transcended the shadows.

  He took a shaky breath, the strength of that memory filling him, giving him the courage to push back. He could feel the nightmare retreating, its hold weakening as the name continued to echo, a reminder of the life they had lost, but also of the love that had bound them.

  “Daphne,” he whispered again, his voice filled with determination, letting the memory of his daughter’s name guide him.

  As he spoke, he felt the nightmare’s grip slip further, the shadows peeling away, retreating like smoke in the wind. The darkness seemed to tremble, as if the name itself held a power that it could not withstand. The tendrils loosened, and for the first time, he felt the oppressive weight lifting, the suffocating pressure easing.

  But even as the nightmare began to break apart, his strength was fading, his vision blurring. The effort of reaching Valerie, of facing his own grief, had drained him, leaving him on the edge of exhaustion. He felt himself slipping, his body weakening, the darkness around him receding but leaving him adrift.

  As his vision dimmed, he clung to that last memory, the sound of her name, a whisper of hope in the endless void.

  “Daphne…”

  The word slipped from his lips, a final breath as he surrendered to the exhaustion, letting the memory carry him, even as the darkness closed in.

  And in that quiet moment, he felt a faint glimmer of light, a warmth that cut through the shadows, as if her name had left a trace, a beacon that would guide him forward, even in the deepest depths of the dream.

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