2059, Entry 008 – Oniri’s Journal

Alliances. Such a lovely, deceptive word. Humans have always had a strange fascination with joining forces when the system starts to fail. To them, it sounds strategic, but from my perspective, it’s nothing more than a desperate attempt to patch broken code.

Now Ana—sorry, Lucide—has been dragged into one of these farces, trying to mediate a conflict that isn’t even hers. Although, to be fair, she’s the one who exposed the secrets of the Vigils and shattered the silence that kept their power hidden.

The rebellious dreamers, rookies trembling in fear, look to Ana as if she’s the only barrier between them and the abyss. They have no idea what they’ve stepped into. All they know is that the Vigils, those self-proclaimed guardians of Oniria, are a threat they can’t face alone. From the shadows, I’ve been feeding their distrust, nudging them toward rebellion without their knowing. It’s always fascinating to see how easy it is to steer humans when they’re scared.

Ana is nervous. Normally, she controls everything with precision in front of her Lucid Tune audience, but this time, she isn’t streaming. What’s at stake is far more important than views or comments on her channel. Of course, she won’t admit it, but it’s obvious. Meanwhile, I prefer to remain in the shadows, observing. Things are far more interesting when I’m not an active part of the system—though I may tweak a few lines of code.

The problem is as amusing as it is pathetic. The Vigils, those glorious “guardians” of what doesn’t need guarding, have started to fracture. Some still cling to control, convinced they can uphold their mission. Others have lost faith and are divided. And their greatest fear is that if they don’t find a way out soon, Oniria’s entire system will collapse under its own inertia. Enter Ana, the emergency mediator, the last hope for preserving something that’s clearly meant to break.

Unexpected but efficient. Suddenly, the rebellious dreamers had an unforeseen resource within this overwhelmed system.

Gathering all the Vigils in one place wasn’t easy. Even those who’ve lost faith in their cause still hide in the shadows. Ana and the representatives of the rebellious dreamers (Viktor and Adrik, conveniently chosen by their leader—me, of course) were brought to a dark corner of Oniria, a place where light bends and the air feels made of whispers. Nice touch, but nothing about this scene inspires trust. Behind all the theatrics, one thing was clear: no one trusted anyone. Not the Vigils, not the dreamers, and certainly not each other.

The negotiations started off tense. The discontented—calling themselves the Fragmented because, naturally, they need a dramatic name—have been pushing for systemic change from within. They speak of balance and stability, two concepts I find terribly dull by now. They want to ensure that if a new order emerges, there will be something in it for them. Naturally, they don’t say what that “something” is, but we all know how these things go.

Ana, trying to stay calm, offered what she could: a truce. A space to dialogue and coexist—at least until it’s decided whether the Vigils can be reformed from within or if their structure must fall to make way for something new. It’s clear this agreement is fragile. It’s nothing more than a castle of smoke. It’s unstable, and the slightest whisper of betrayal will bring it crumbling down. The dreamers are desperate for peace, the Vigils are scrambling to remain relevant, and I… well, I silently enjoy the chaos.

Every step they take is a risk. Oniria’s balance hangs by a thread, and everyone knows it. At any moment, any faction of the Vigils could decide the agreement isn’t worth it or that power should be concentrated in more “worthy” hands. When that happens, chaos will reign once again. I wonder how much longer they can keep this process running before someone decides to break the cycle.

By the end of the meeting, everyone accepted Ana’s proposal—or at least pretended to. Distrust lingered in the air, palpable, as they exchanged promises everyone knew could shatter at any moment. Behind every glance, it was clear they were all waiting for the first misstep. How long will this peace last? Moons? Cycles? Perhaps not long enough to keep Oniria from descending back into chaos.

Honestly, I hope it doesn’t last too long. Humans have a remarkable talent for betraying one another, and the Vigils aren’t much different. It makes everything far more entertaining. Besides, it would be a shame if my little rebellion ended so soon.

So here are my rebels, trying to form an alliance with the broken remnants of an old order. The disillusioned Vigils, fragmented in purpose, desperately seek a new balance while Ana tries to maintain calm on ground that could crumble at any moment. Meanwhile, I remain in the shadows, waiting for it all to fall apart.

Because, let’s be honest, what would Oniria be without a little chaos?

🌌✨ Happy 2025, dreamers! 🎉 I hope you all enjoyed your holidays and are ready for a year full of oniric adventures.

Welcome to the first chapter of the year! The question is: will Ana be able to maintain the fragile peace between dreamers and Vigils, or is this precarious alliance doomed to fall apart? 🔍 What hidden forces are lurking, waiting for the perfect moment to plunge Oniria into chaos? Share your theories below. 👇 The next chapter promises unexpected twists and decisions that could change everything… Are you prepared to dream beyond the limits this new year? 🌀🔑✨