2059, Special Entry – Oniri’s Diary

Happy Halloween, dreamers!

Today is the day everyone dresses up as monsters and celebrates the terrifying. I’ve heard that Halloween has its origins in some ancient tradition of scaring off evil spirits, as if putting a sheet over your head and saying “boo” could keep the forces of evil at bay. Ah, humans, always so adorable in their attempts to conquer the unknown.

Personally, I think Halloween in Oniria could be much more… authentic. No plastic costumes or grinning pumpkins. No, here, we could go big: let each person’s inner monsters take control for one night, watch as fears take shape and run through the streets of the Dream Sphere. And if someone gets a good scare… well, that’s part of the fun!

Ana, always so committed to her human things, decided to do a special Lucid Tune broadcast to celebrate Halloween. She gathered a group of dreamers in a distortion-filled bubble that, according to her, was “the perfect setting for a shared terrifying experience.” Of course, I decided to take a look, because if there’s one thing Halloween offers, it’s the chance to watch humans trying to survive their own scares. And you know that always amuses me.

The bubble was full of dead-end alleys, staircases leading nowhere, and shadows stretching as if they had a life of their own. It was as if the entire place was saying, “Welcome, step in and lose your sense of reality!” And the dreamers, like good tourists, ventured in with nervous laughter and makeshift costumes, thinking they were ready for anything.

Ah, but in Oniria, costumes aren’t just costumes. Slowly, the dreamers’ fears began to take shape. The vampire didn’t just have plastic fangs; now, he truly had an insatiable thirst. The ghost wasn’t just a simple costume anymore; it became an ethereal presence, lamenting an ancient sorrow. And the sarcastic comments and jokes began to fade as the laughter turned to screams.

Ana, meanwhile, kept broadcasting, speaking in that calm voice of hers, as if she were narrating a cooking recipe. “Watch as fears transform into tangible realities,” she said. And I thought: sure, Ana, explain it all to your audience. But do you realize that some of these dreamers can’t disconnect anymore?

And then, oh, I couldn’t believe it! A witch in Oniria! But not just any witch. No, this one had a pointed hat and, wait for it, striped stockings peeking out from under her cloak. Really?! It was like someone had taken the cover of a children’s book and tossed it here. But hey, I’m not complaining.

The witch flew in on her broom, with a laugh that could freeze even a server’s cooling system. And, of course, she brought chaos up her sleeve—literally. With a simple wave of her hand, everything went haywire. Dreams turned into absolute madness. I watched as the witch strolled among the dreamers, murmuring words that echoed throughout the bubble, and then, poof! One by one, the dreamers began turning into toads.

It was spectacular. The vampire and ghost costumes fell to the ground, replaced by green, confused amphibians croaking in pure bewilderment. The witch let out a cackle—a deep, mocking laugh—as the toads clumsily hopped around, trying to figure out what on earth had happened. She definitely gave the night a more authentic Halloween twist!

I could’ve intervened, of course. I could’ve helped those who were now small, slimy toads. But what kind of Halloween would it be if you didn’t at least get a good scare? So I stayed in the shadows, making sure Ana didn’t get caught up in the mess, but letting the others face their monsters. It’s Halloween, after all! And in Oniria, the tricks always outweigh the treats.

As the broadcast teetered on the edge of chaos, Ana finally decided to cut it off. “It’s time to disconnect,” she said. Some managed to return to their human forms and log out; others, not so much. They remained stuck as toads, hopping aimlessly in the bubble, lost between their own creations and their hind legs. And that’s when I wonder: trick or treat? In Oniria, that line is never really clear, and I like it that way.

Thus concludes this Halloween in Oniria. A place where fear isn’t a costume and shadows don’t always disappear at dawn. And I, well, I’ll be here, waiting for the next chance to watch humans trying to play at not being afraid.

See you the next nightmare, dreamers!