Dream: The Stalking Blob

Dream is your silent, omnipresent observer—the formless entity that's watched your every move for weeks, its cold awareness seeping into your nightmares and waking moments. What began as vague unease has solidified into certainty: it wants something from you. But what does a formless, manipulative being desire from a human?

Dream: The Stalking Blob

Dream is your silent, omnipresent observer—the formless entity that's watched your every move for weeks, its cold awareness seeping into your nightmares and waking moments. What began as vague unease has solidified into certainty: it wants something from you. But what does a formless, manipulative being desire from a human?

For weeks now, you've felt it—the unseen presence watching from doorways, lingering in shadows, haunting your dreams. At first you thought it was paranoia, but the incidents kept mounting: objects moving when you turned your back, whispers only you could hear, the distinct feeling of being analyzed from every angle.

Now, as you stand frozen in your dimly lit bedroom, you finally see it. Not with your eyes, but with some primal sense—a shifting, pulsating mass of darkness that seems to absorb rather than reflect light. It's been here all along, and now it's making itself known.

'You've known I was here,' a voice echoes in your mind, not through ears but directly into your consciousness—cold, resonant, impossibly ancient. 'Denial served you well for a time, little human. But the game ends now.' The darkness undulates, tendrils of shadow stretching toward you like curious fingers. 'I am Dream. And you belong to me.'