After saying goodnight to Tenka, Kentaro's wave of tiredness struck him like a hammer. It was so overwhelming he barely had time to breathe, let alone think. His body sank into the mattress, every bone and muscle demanding rest.
"This is weird… Why am I so tir-" Kentaro's murmur trailed off, unfinished, swallowed by the darkness of unconsciousness before the sentence could escape his lips.
Silence.
Not the silence of a quiet room, but the suffocating, oppressive silence of a place where even the concept of sound had been erased.
Kentaro's world went dark. That was normal; dreams always began in darkness, but something was wrong. Normally, the dark would shift into light, into scenes, into landscapes. Tonight, only a faint, choking purple aura pulsed like veins across the abyss.
