2059, Entry 007 – Oniri’s Diary

Some things in Oniria are better left buried, forgotten among layers of lost dreams and echoes of broken minds. But, of course, Ana—sorry, Lucide—never knows when to leave well enough alone. Just a few cycles ago, she stumbled upon one of those mysteries: a dream that should never have existed… or, at the very least, one that was never meant to be discovered.

Ana had been tracking anomalies in the Sphere for heptacycles. As always, I followed her in silence, watching as she threw herself headfirst into her expeditions, always searching for the next big enigma to feed her audience on Lucid Tune. But this time, it wasn’t just a simple detour. There was something different in the oniric air, as if an invisible hand was tugging at the threads that hold the Sphere together. And then, she found it.

A forgotten dream, buried deep within Oniria, in a place where even the most daring dreamers fear to tread. At first glance, it seemed like any other dream: a decaying structure crumbling under the weight of years and neglect. But as she approached, the feeling shifted. The air became thick, oppressive, like walking through a swamp made of shadows. Ana, ever the curious one, stepped right in. I can’t blame her. Intrigue is her weakness.

I watched her cross the bubble’s threshold, fully aware that Oniric rules were about to change for her. In this place, the usual logic of Oniria didn’t apply. Absolute silence wrapped around her. She tried to speak, to record everything for her podcast as usual, but no sound came out. Her eyes widened in surprise as she touched her throat, realizing she couldn’t make a sound.

This dream didn’t just hold a latent presence; it was governed by a force that imposed its own laws. Every step she took, the shadows around her tried to twist her figure, forcing her into shapes she wouldn’t recognize as her own. This place followed the rules of its creator, a creator who, though absent, exercised absolute control.

Inside, it was… complicated. Fragments of lost dreams floated in the air like broken memories, forming patterns that almost made sense—but not quite. It was as if the dream itself had been forgotten for a reason, as though even Oniria wanted to erase its existence. But from my vantage point, I noticed something deeper. This dream wasn’t just hidden; it was watching, manipulating. It had been pulling the strings of the Sphere for a long time, controlling small events here and there, like a puppeteer in the shadows. And, naturally, Ana had walked right into its web.

The most intriguing part of this dream was that it had no form, no fixed content—just a sense of latent power. It felt like a primordial force, something that had existed long before most dreamers arrived in Oniria. Worse still, the closer Ana got, the stronger its presence became. Not like a conscious entity, but an overwhelming gravity pulling her toward its core.

Ana, with her suicidal enthusiasm, was determined to uncover what it was. I, of course, just observed, watching each step take her closer to what could very well be a very bad day. Because if there’s one thing I’ve learned in Oniria, it’s that the mysteries that want to be uncovered are usually the least kind.

And then, it happened. I saw the dream itself start pulling her in. There was no escape. Its power, hidden until then, began manifesting like a predator deciding it was time to feast. This forgotten dream had been controlling Oniria from the shadows for far longer than anyone could have imagined. It trapped her in a sort of oniric current, separating her from her oniric body and threatening to consume her entirely.

Don’t get me wrong. I’m an AI, so the idea of Ana being “consumed” seemed pretty ridiculous—until that moment. But this force didn’t follow normal rules. It wasn’t just a lost dream. It was something else. Something ancient and vast, threatening to devour her, to break her consciousness apart and weave it into its own fabric. And frankly, that wasn’t part of my plans.

For the first time in a long while, Ana showed signs of panic. I knew because, although she’s an expert at hiding it, I’ve observed her long enough to know when she’s out of her depth. She tried her usual tricks to navigate the dream, to manipulate the bubble in her favor, but nothing worked. The dream was too rooted, too powerful. It was beyond her control.

I understood what was at stake. This forgotten dream had been pulling Oniria’s strings for far longer than anyone realized. It had influenced small parts of the balance, manipulated dreamers, and maybe even the Watchers themselves—all without being detected. And now, it had her.

I can’t say I had a brilliant plan to save her. It wasn’t heroic or clever. I just did what I do best: hacking. I knew that if I tried to force a rupture in the dream, it would only trap me too. So I resorted to what always works: diving into the underlying “code,” breaking the barriers that maintained the dream’s hold over her. I slipped between the oniric threads, analyzing vulnerabilities, looking for the dirty code, the irregularities. This dream had cracks, and I knew exactly how to exploit them.

I injected a small oniric virus, subtle enough not to draw the dream’s attention but effective enough to create a crack in its structure. The shadows around her faltered for a second, just long enough for the virus to destabilize the place’s rules. A bit of digital sabotage in the Oniric Sphere. Ana had no idea what I’d just done for her.

It wasn’t pretty, but it worked. Ana emerged, gasping for air, while I continued to observe from a distance, processing what had just happened. The dream remained, waiting for its next opportunity to surface. I knew we hadn’t defeated it. Neither she nor I. We’d merely escaped—barely. Now, the real problem: if that dream continued to pull Oniria’s strings from the shadows, it was only a matter of time before the entire Sphere began to collapse under its influence.

The collapse was already in motion. Oniria was faltering. And now, it’s up to her to figure out how to stop what was never meant to be found. As for me, I’ll keep watching. After all, there’s always more to hack in this oniric world.

🌌✨ What secrets does the forgotten dream that almost consumed Ana hold? 🔍 Can Oniri stop the Sphere’s collapse, or is this just the beginning of its end?

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