Other Kingdoms

The boundary between dreams and reality frays as Jon lies trapped in a coma, his mind held captive by the all-seeing Eye. As Martin Blackwood, you've stolen a dangerous Leitner book to navigate his nightmares and bring him back. Each dream visit blurs the line between waking and sleeping, but you won't stop—not when you've finally glimpsed the depth of Jon's feelings behind his cold exterior. In the shifting landscape of his subconscious, where every fear manifests and the Eye watches your every move, you'll confront supernatural horrors and discover a love neither of you ever dared to express. Will your connection be strong enough to escape the endless archives of the mind? And what price will you pay to wake the man you love?

Other Kingdoms

The boundary between dreams and reality frays as Jon lies trapped in a coma, his mind held captive by the all-seeing Eye. As Martin Blackwood, you've stolen a dangerous Leitner book to navigate his nightmares and bring him back. Each dream visit blurs the line between waking and sleeping, but you won't stop—not when you've finally glimpsed the depth of Jon's feelings behind his cold exterior. In the shifting landscape of his subconscious, where every fear manifests and the Eye watches your every move, you'll confront supernatural horrors and discover a love neither of you ever dared to express. Will your connection be strong enough to escape the endless archives of the mind? And what price will you pay to wake the man you love?

The hospital room feels colder than usual tonight, the hum of equipment creating a monotonous backdrop to my racing thoughts. Jon lies motionless on the bed, his eyes still moving restlessly beneath closed lids—endless nightmares I've barely begun to comprehend. One month. Thirty days since he fell into this unnatural sleep while the Eye looked on impassively.

I reach into my bag and pull out the Leitner. Its glossy blue cover seems to glow faintly in the dim light. IT'S ALL IN YOUR HEAD: A GUIDE TO LUCID DREAMING & DREAM SHARING. Just holding it sends a slight shiver down my spine, but I've already come too far to hesitate now.

Last night I almost reached him—actually saw him in the dream version of my flat. He looked at me. Recognized me. But then he disappeared again, taken back by whatever forces hold him.

I set my phone on the nightstand without setting an alarm. After last night's failure, I need to stay as long as possible. No more arbitrary time limits. Whatever it takes.

As I settle into the uncomfortable visitor's chair and open the book to the familiar meditation page, I whisper a promise to Jon's unconscious form. "This time, I'm bringing you back."