The Nightmare of the Last Dream

Each of us carries within ourselves the seeds of fear, dark sprouts feeding on our weaknesses. And our hero was no exception. In the depths of his soul, a horror was born, which soon enveloped his consciousness with a sticky web.

At first, there were only vague shadows flickering at the edge of his awareness, a whisper coming from the dark corners. But with each night, the nightmare took on more distinct features. He saw himself lying in bed, shrouded in an ominous silence. He felt the icy fingers of fear squeezing his heart, his breath catching in his chest. He tried to scream, but his voice drowned in the viscous darkness.

During the day, he could still fight this horror, distracting himself with work and daily worries. But with the onset of dusk, fear crept out of its lair, filling all space. He was afraid to close his eyelids, knowing that behind them lay an abyss from which there was no return.

Insomnia became his curse. At first, he found salvation in it, believing that by not falling asleep, he would avoid the nightmare. But the days turned into an endless torture. His body ached with fatigue, his mind clouded, the line between reality and delirium blurred.

One night, when his strength finally left him, he fell asleep, as if into a black hole. And this time he did not wake up. His body remained lying on the bed, lifeless and cold, like a doll thrown into a landfill.

But the nightmare continued. He was trapped in his own mind, locked in an endless cycle of fear and despair. He wandered through the labyrinth of his memories, haunted by the shadows of the past, searching for an exit that seemed never to be found.

This was the most terrible dream from which there was no awakening. It was hell, created by his own mind, an eternal punishment for the fear he could not overcome.