It’s a place I could not accurately describe. An otherworldly plane of existence. A realm that defied all description and logic. It felt both real and dreamlike, a paradox that sent shivers down my spine.

I stood on a platform of shifting ethereal matter, ebbing and flowing like an imaginary illusion at my feet and was surrounded in every direction by an unfathomable distance. Beginning to look up, my senses strained to comprehend the incomprehensible, to make sense of a reality that was beyond my understanding.

There, before me, stretched a sea of colossal interlocking cogs and gears, a mesmerizing dance of inexplicable machinery. The cogs spun and whirred in patterns that defied any attempts at rationalization as if they were mocking the very concept of comprehension. Each gear turned, a cog within a cog within a cog, a fractal symphony of motion that seemed to birth itself anew with every blink of my eyes.

I turned around, taking in the panorama of this enigmatic landscape. The machinery formed an illusory wall that stretched across the ethereal universe I found myself in. But as I continued to gaze upon it, a sharp headache began to gnaw at my mind, as if the complexity and otherworldly existence of the machinery were too much for my mortal senses to bear.

Dizziness washed over me, and I stumbled, my steps unsteady on the shifting ground. Fatigue gripped my limbs, and I collapsed to my knees, then onto my side. It was as if the very fabric of this reality was rejecting my presence, pushing me away.

The moment my body touched the ground, an eerie sensation enveloped me. It was as if the floor had turned to goo, slowly swallowing me whole sending my existence into the worlds floor. Panic seized my heart as I tried to shout, to cry out for help, but my voice was stolen by the universe itself. I was rendered mute, my vocal cords useless in this realm.

Frantically, I clawed at the shifting ground, trying to stop myself from sinking further. But it was a futile effort. Much like a nightmare, where control slips through your fingers, I found myself descending lower. My fingers scraping against the surreal surface with no real success.

No matter how hard I struggled, the gooey ground sucked me down, as if the very fabric of reality had decided to devour me. My vision began to darken, my surroundings fading into a void of nothingness. And then, as I was pulled deeper into the abyss, the ground around me started to collapse.

Chunks of the ethereal floor crumbled away, falling like stars into the abyss below. I gasped for breath, my chest tightening as the darkness closed in. I could feel the weight of the collapsing ground pressing against me, suffocating me as if I were being buried alive.

As the last remnants of the ground vanished, I was left suspended in an endless void. The sensation of falling, of suffocating, persisted even as there was nothing left to fall through. My mind screamed, and I fought against the paralysis that gripped my body.

Then, with a jolt, I was back in my room. I sat up with a gasp, my heart racing, my body drenched in sweat. My chest heaved as I took deep, calming breaths, trying to shake off the residual fear from the dream.

The sun had been streaming through my open window, its warm rays casting bright patches on the wooden floor. It was no wonder I was sweating—I must've been lying in its direct path for quite some time. I swung my legs over the side of the bed, my bare feet touching the slightly chilled floor.

With a sigh, I pushed myself up and walked over to the window, the cool breeze brushing against my skin. The city was already alive with activity. People bustling about their day and birds chirping from their perches as the sun bathed Leode in a golden glow.

I rubbed my temples, trying to shake off the remnants of the nightmare. It was unlike any of the other mysterious dreams I had experienced before—the ones with the enigmatic mosaic figure calling out to me. This one felt different, more ominous as if it held a message I couldn't quite grasp.

Could it be a sign of something to come, or was it merely a regular nightmare, brought on by my own thoughts and fears? I couldn't ignore the sense of unease it had left behind.

Glancing at the watch on my bedside table, I noted that it was my day off from work. While a part of me knew I should take this opportunity to rest and recharge, I couldn't shake the fact that I still needed to be somewhat productive. I couldn’t get lazy.

Moving to the bathroom, I washed up and got dressed in my usual attire—a black suit adorned with the red silk sash around my neck. It was a casual look that I had grown accustomed to, one that suited both my preferences and the city's atmosphere.

Before leaving I made sure to have something to eat for breakfast. I couldn’t be having bakery food every day. I prepared some eggs and grain toast that Caius had left over. I knew he had already left earlier. The food wasn’t the greatest but it was enough. I could probably use some cooking lessons I might add.

Once breakfast was taken care of, I left the house and stepped out into the lively streets of Leode. The central district was a world of its own, a bustling hub of activity that seemed to pulse with energy. People of various backgrounds walked with purpose, the vibrant colours of their clothing contrasting against the stone buildings.

As I walked, I couldn't help but marvel at the sights around me. Street vendors sold exotic fruits and goods from distant lands, their colourful stalls creating a kaleidoscope of hues. The air was filled with the aroma of food being prepared, and the sound of laughter and conversation filled every corner.

It was a stark contrast to the world I had known—a modern cityscape with its monotonous grey buildings and paved roads. Here, life seemed to burst forth from every nook and cranny, a living, breathing entity that thrived on its own unique rhythm.

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As I wandered, I found myself drawn to the entertainment district. The lively atmosphere seemed to intensify as I entered the area. The streets were lined with theatres, music halls, and venues of all kinds. People moved from place to place, their excitement palpable.

I continued to weave through the crowds, my curiosity guiding me around the maze of buildings until I stumbled in front of a tent that stood out from the rest. It was draped in richly coloured fabrics and adorned with ornate patterns.

Highly intrigued, I stepped inside. The interior was dimly lit, the air heavy with the scent of incense. The soft glow of candles created an almost mystical ambience, casting dancing shadows on the tapestries that lined the walls.

In the centre of the tent sat an old woman, her eyes milky white. She wore layers of colourful clothing, and her hair was covered by a scarf adorned with beads and trinkets. She looked up as I entered.

"Welcome, young traveller," she crooned, her voice carrying a mysterious depth. "Seeking guidance, are you?"

Her words hung in the air, and I felt an inexplicable pull as if some unseen force was drawing me further into the tent. I hesitated for a moment before nodding. "I am," I admitted.

"Sit, sit," the soothsayer urged as the beads around her wrist jingled, gesturing to a cushion on the floor opposite her. I obliged, taking a seat and studying her closely.

"Would you like to have your fortune read, young one?" she asked, her voice a melodic whisper.

I considered her question. My ability to glimpse the near future had often been enough to guide me through my decisions. But the recent dream had stirred something within me, a desire for a deeper understanding.

"Actually," I began slowly, "I had a dream, and I'm curious about it."

The soothsayer nodded knowingly, her milky eyes seemingly seeing into the depths of my thoughts. "Dreams are the language of the subconscious. If you wish, I can help you decipher its message."

I leaned forward slightly, recounting the dream's vivid scenes—the cogs, the illusionary wall, the sense of being trapped. As I spoke, the soothsayer listened intently, her features unreadable.

When I finished, she remained silent for a moment, her fingers tapping rhythmically on her knee. Finally, she spoke, her voice carrying an air of ancient wisdom. "The cogs you saw represent the intricate workings of fate, the mechanisms that shape your existence. They also symbolize your own ability to navigate the complexities of your life."

She paused, her milky eyes seeming to look inward as if seeking deeper insights. "The illusory wall that entrapped you signifies the limitations you place upon yourself, the doubts that shackle your potential. Breaking through it signifies a breakthrough, a moment when you shall transcend your own doubts and fears."

I listened intently, hanging on her every word, hoping for some profound revelation. Yet, when she finished, I couldn't help but feel a twinge of disappointment. Her interpretation was vague, and while it held a certain truth, it didn't provide the clarity I had hoped for.

I nodded, offering her a polite smile. "Thank you for your insight."

The soothsayer returned the smile, her expression knowing. "You carry the keys to your destiny, young traveller. Remember that as you navigate the unknown."

With a nod of gratitude, I reached for my coin pouch and handed over the appropriate amount of coins.

As I turned to leave the tent, a soft voice called out to me, stopping me in my tracks. "Wait."

I looked back at the soothsayer, surprised by the interruption. She smiled gently, her milky eyes seeming to peer into the depths of my soul.

"May I read your future as well?" she asked.

I hesitated, my scepticism warring with my curiosity.

“I can do it for free?” she added.

With a mixture of hesitation and curiosity, I found myself nodding. "Alright," I agreed.

She gestured for me to take a seat again, and I did so, feeling a sense of anticipation settle over me. The soothsayer reached out and took my palm in her hands, her touch surprisingly warm and comforting.

"Close your eyes," she instructed softly. "Breathe deeply and let your thoughts drift."

I obeyed, my heart beating a bit faster as I focused on my breath, the sound of the bustling entertainment district fading into the background.

For a while, the tent was quiet, the air heavy with a sense of anticipation. And then, with her eyes closed, the soothsayer began to speak. Her words were like a serene and flowing river.

"I see a path before you," she murmured. "A path of great ruler-ship, of immense success. You will rise to the culmination of your desired destiny, a beacon of leadership and inspiration."

Her words resonated within me, sparking a sense of excitement. To hear such a prophecy, to know that my efforts would lead to the success I craved and so desperately deserved—it was a comforting thought.

"However," she continued, her voice taking on a weightier tone, "I also see a crossroads. A point where you will be faced with a choice that will shake the very foundations of your being. A choice between holding onto what you have gained or relinquishing it all for something even more special, a greater objective."

My brow furrowed as her words took an unexpected turn. I opened my eyes, gazing at her in surprise and slight frustration. "A greater objective?" I repeated, my voice tinged with scepticism.

She nodded, her cloudy eyes now open and fixed on my hand. "Yes, a choice that will require unimaginable sacrifice. A choice that will test the strength of your convictions, the depths of your desires."

I shook my head, the excitement I had felt earlier fading into a mix of confusion and irritation. "I don't understand," I admitted, my tone growing slightly sharper. "Why would I give up success, give up everything I've worked for?"

The soothsayer's lips curved into a serene smile. "You misunderstand, young one. I do not proclaim to dictate your choices. The future is a realm of free will. What I've seen is but one potential thread among many."

I clenched my fists, my frustration and doubt swirling within me. How could I, after all that I had endured, entertain the notion of giving up my dreams? The idea was preposterous.

"I appreciate your insight," I said tersely, pushing myself up from the cushion and turning away. "But this... prophecy, it doesn't align with my beliefs or aspirations. It can never exist."

I took one more glance back at the soothsayer before leaving and muttered, my tone final. "Thank you for your time."

Without waiting for her response, I pushed aside the curtain and stepped out of the tent.