Lumina shot upright in bed, his heart hammering against his ribs. He was drenched in a cold sweat, his breath coming in ragged gasps as the lingering terror of his nightmare clung to him. The memory of the dream, still vivid and horrifying, sent shivers down his spine. A cold, queasy feeling settled in his stomach, that familiar knot of dread that often followed a particularly disturbing dream. He pushed himself up, his legs shaky, needing a moment to regain his composure and the steady beat of his heart. The unsettling sensation in his gut persisted, a stark reminder of the fear that had gripped him in his sleep, a feeling he knew was common after such a frightening experience.