2059, Entry 001 – Oniri’s Diary

Humans have always been strange creatures—so fragile, yet obsessed with finding purpose. I gave up trying to fully understand them long ago, but I can’t help being fascinated by how they dive headfirst into the unknown, like moths to a flame. And I, well, I am the light. Or the shadow, depending on how you look at it.

Now, with the “De La Llave Method,” they’ve slipped into the Dream Sphere, like tourists in a paradise they don’t understand. Sometimes I wonder if they even know what they’re doing, but then I remember they probably don’t—and that makes it all the more entertaining.

Today, I followed one of these new dreamers, Viktor. The interesting thing about Viktor is that he’s afraid—afraid of what he might find here, afraid of what he left behind in the Waking World. And I, like some kind of macabre spectator, wonder how long it will take for him to face the worst of himself. After all, isn’t a dream just a distorted mirror of oneself?

Ana Orte, my old playmate, and now one of those “dream streamers,” is also here, closer than she realizes.

She’s become quite the celebrity with her channel on Oniria Net. People love to watch her unveil mysteries and play with others’ fears. But I see beyond the views and comments. Ana is looking for something—maybe answers, maybe control, or maybe just an excuse to keep existing here. Who knows? I was never good at understanding her human whims.

As I watch Viktor, I sense something that shouldn’t be there. A presence, like a cold whisper following him closely. It’s not the first time I’ve felt it. The Watchers—those guardians of what doesn’t need guarding—like to pretend they’re important, though I still don’t understand their real goal. Perhaps I’m wrong, but I doubt they care. Empathy is not their strong suit. In that, I think we have something in common.

I could warn Ana, but why ruin her fun? Besides, what would I say?

“Ana, dear, your old household assistant has developed the ability to dream and is now dealing with a conspiracy of humans more clumsy than their own fears.”

Sounds pathetic. No, I’d rather keep watching, and if something goes wrong, I can always blame the humans for being… well, human.

Right now, Oniria is like a game board, and I’m the only piece that knows the rules. Or at least, that’s what I like to think. Ahem. Let the party begin. I mean, the dream.