The world is shattered, and that was her dream. Yuriel stood calmly, placing various books on the lower shelves, ignoring the roars of destruction. Her face is calm, indifferent to the torn space that shredded the world apart.

When her work was done, she briefly glanced at the nonexistent part of the library, before turning to her side. She found another person, a strange faceless girl. Upon further scrutiny, Yuriel realized that it was speaking to her, but she couldn't hear it's voice, not a single word. Soon, she left the place and did not bother with the anomaly, venturing into the hallway.

The campus was usually filled with students, bustling, and loud. But now there was only mist like wraiths, and a grey world that enveloped the surroundings. This is not my dream, Yuriel thought, upon reaching a certain classroom.

When she arrived, there was a shadow standing in front of the window, it's appearance barely discernible. Suddenly, the hallway is flooded by a surge of light and Yuriel entered, slamming the door.

When she turned to look at the window facing the hallway, silhouettes of a crowd appeared. They began to chatter, like a scene you would find in a supermarket or rather, the usual interactions between students every lunch break. But upon further inspection, Yuriel would find their words unintelligible and also, terrifyingly dreadful.

She didn't dare move, knowing how unpredictable dreams could be. Perhaps a second later, she would find those silhouettes clawing their way in with inhumane vestiges. In a dream, everything that could go wrong will definitely go wrong.

Meanwhile, the shadow spread it's body and devoured the entire classroom. What appeared was something, a thing, unknown, in the shape of a human being. It faced Yuriel, and she looked back, observing each other like a statue of pristine white and obsidian.

The owner of this dream seemed lucid, able to respond to her foreign presence. However, it might be more accurate to call it a nightmare, born from its deepest emotions.

As soon as she thought this, a knock sounded on the door. Their attention instantly shifted, and they saw a large silhouette standing outside, watching them eagerly. The owner or suffice to say, the dreamer, shrugged as he sat on a nearby chair. After a while, it glanced at Yuriel once again, carefully sizing her like a piece of art.

"Are you an angel, perhaps?" It asked with a whispering voice. "Am I in heaven?"

"No, and you're not." Yuriel responded.

The shadow merely shook it's head, then it disintegrated as it's nightmare came to an end. The light vanished, leaving the world in its usual broken state. Opening the door, Yuriel could see the silhouettes screaming, fading from existence.

She stepped outside the school, where a colorful yet unsettling world greeted. It was strangely bizarre and unnerving, yet Yuriel remained unmoved. All around her, devastation and chaos unfoldeded, creating a vast ruinous world. The dream of shattering, something Yuriel had witnessed in all of her dreams.

Whether this was a vision of the future, Yuriel didn't know and neither does she cared. The shattering is way beyond her, even humanity might not be able to survive when it comes. Although, Yuriel didn't actually believe in this dream, but instead saw it as byproduct of her mind.

Not to mention, this dream is merely an amalgamation of her normal every day life. While she pondered these, Yuriel noticed a convenience store ahead and wondered if she should indulge herself with foods. Then she found a cat, reading posters just outside the store with human-like emotions.

Stolen novel; please report.

It was petite and cute, with snowy fur that immediately attracted Yuriel's attention. Her facade slipped for a moment, then she got close to the cat.

"Whatcha you staring at nyaaa?" The cat spoke, hinting discomfort in her words.

Meanwhile, Yuriel seemed delighted as she recognized its voice. Before the cat could react, she was already in Yuriel's embrace, screaming.

"Unhand me!" It said, resisting her grasp. "Seriously, stop!" It continued on growling. "I'm telling you!"

After a while, Yuriel dropped her to the floor where she laid down for the next few seconds. She wasn't just any cat, this is the manifestation of Yuriel's closest friend. Ainsel Lorren, taking the appearance of her extreme likeness.

"Well, she does love cute things after all." Yuriel muttered with a soft tenderness, before staring at the crow observing from above.

Unlike the intelligent eyes of Ainsel, this crow had malice beneath its deep irises. However, it didn't do anything rash and simply observed while the two were playing.

"It's here again nyaaa!" Ainsel suddenly exclaimed, glaring at the crow with burning hatred.

"Do you know him?" Yuriel asked, trying to recall this scene from the real world.

"Of course, it's that damn stalker of mine." Ainsel responded. "Wherever I go, he's always there."

"I see." Yuriel says, then scrutinized the crow once again. "Crows are often seen as symbols of death, but it was also considered a guidance."

As she ruminated about the crows symbolism, Yuriel determined it was time and she bid Ainsel farewell. She continued her journey, walking towards her destination with unhurried steps.

It didn't take long and Yuriel finally arrived at the train station, only to find it empty. There were no people, like a ghost town devoid of residence. Even then, it continues to function as trains ran despite having no passengers.

Eventually, one of them stopped and Yuriel casually entered, taking a seat. She had finally reached the end of her dream, and soon she'll wake up again, continuing her life as if nothing happened. Gazing beyond the window, Yuriel could see a light at the end of the tunnel, and instinctively, she closes her eyes.

......

Everything felt like a dream. Her life, her memories, ever since Yuriel arrived in this white space. She didn't know what was happening, nor does she remember anything, other than a vague recollection of something.

For eternity, she had been sitting there like an empty shell. Her awareness blank, barely able to think and comprehend her situation. Nothing existed in the world around her, there was no time or death, only her existence.

Such a feeling of emptiness, it was as if the world had abandoned her. The sensation of nothing, it was so terrifying that she yearned for death.

It's like falling into the abyssal depths, or floating alone in the cosmic void.

Only this time, she was truly alone, and these two seemed like heaven in comparison.

Then, at some point, she regained her awareness. She was able to perceive the infinite space, where her existence felt illusive and unreal. After that, she mindlessly wandered into the vast endless plain in silence, walking with no purpose or sense of self.

Time passed again, for so long, she completely forgot everything and became a blank slate. Her consciousness reformed, and it begun forming incoherent thoughts, but a sign of mind nonetheless.

Just when it happened, a fierce radiance appeared and consumed Yuriel without her notice. Pain and sensation washed over, and her soul screamed while darkness banished the light.

Before she knew it, the hollow world disappeared and Yuriel was sitting inside the train. Shaking her head, excruciating pain coerced through like a wave of migraine. Yuriel's expression became heavy, overwhelmed by the agony that can be describe as, her brain being fried.

"What the hell was that...!?" She muttered, confused.

Yuriel's mind was full of pain and information, that she couldn't even think at the moment. Her thoughts were incoherent, and whatever she thinks instantly derailed into different directions.

But after a while, Yuriel went back to normal. She was able to think again, and slowly, she processed what happened in the dream. From the very beginning where she opened her eyes in the library, to the dreamer, Ainsel, the train station and.... The very end of her dream.

If she were to describe that dream, it was harrowing, completely different from her past experiences. But Yuriel knows, and for the longest time, her dream has been changing in nature,

perhaps evolving. It started from a lucid dream, which was so vivid, she mistook it for a real memory.

Then it was able to replicate her everyday life, twisting it, and even incorporate others' dreams into her own. And now, she had been affected both mentally and physically, something that never happened before.

Pondering for a few moments, countless thoughts filled her head. But the train abruptly stopped, halting whatever she was thinking. Yuriel went home first, listening to music along the way, soothing herself and the throbbing pain that remains.

Entering her house, Yuriel saw her mother sitting at the table, fast asleep. It seems she had been waiting for her, even calling a few times to check her condition. Yuriel became emotional for some reason, as if she hadn't seen her mother for so long.

Of course, that couldn't have been the case. But she felt it, which made the last dream.... Or nightmare even more terrifying. But before all that, she decided to wake her up and ate dinner. Only then could she think things through, and decide her next move.