2059, Entry 010 – Oniri’s Diary

Humans have this fascinating ability to burn everything to the ground and then wonder why they’re surrounded by ashes. And, well, this time is no exception.

Ana’s revelations about the Vigils—that little jewel of subversion—finally did what they were meant to do: shatter the power structure that held them up. The Vigils, those arrogant guardians, those silent shadows that always seemed one step ahead, are now as fragmented as a bad dream upon waking.

And yet, even in pieces, they remain a force to be reckoned with. Feared by those who still understand the power they once wielded over Oniria. Scattered as they may be, the mere rumor of their presence is enough to keep some dreamers away from certain territories. The Vigils may have fallen, but their shadow still lingers, reminding those who have faced them what it truly means to stand against them. Even in disorder, they were an essential part of Oniria’s balance.

And what happens when the watchers disappear? What always happens when you remove those who—one way or another—held the order together.

Chaos.

I love chaos. It gives this dream world flavor. But this time, it’s not the kind of chaos that makes you laugh while humans trip over their own mistakes. No. This time, it’s the kind of chaos that could, quite literally, devour Oniria.

Without the Vigils watching over them, the dreamers are starting to lose control. Not that they were ever completely free of chaos before, but at least there were rules, clear limitations that kept this world in balance. Now, that fragile equilibrium has collapsed, and the dreamers are beginning to push the limits of Oniria without realizing that their recklessness could bring something much worse than the mere absence of rules.

With no central power keeping them in check, they’re acting like children in a candy store, grabbing everything they can without thinking about the consequences. And honestly? I’m starting to wonder if total dreamer freedom is really the best thing for Oniria.

I’ve always enjoyed watching humans face their deepest fears and desires in Oniria. It’s fun to see them struggle with things they can’t control. But now that the Vigils are gone, the dreamers are starting to play god. And when you put a human in a world where everything is possible… things rarely end well.

Ana, of course, is stuck at the center of it all. The same revelations that exposed the Vigils have put a target on her back. Some see her as the savior of their so-called liberation, while others blame her for unleashing this chaos.

And here’s the best part: she can’t control what she started.

Her channel, Lucid Tune, is more popular than ever, but it’s also a ticking time bomb. Every time she broadcasts, the chaos spreads a little more.

Take tonight, for example. I decided to follow one of these dreamers. Let’s call him The Aspirant, because he seriously thinks he’s the next great ruler of Oniria.

He had found a small, abandoned bubble—an old, forgotten corner where the Vigils once held power. Now, of course, the place was empty, and The Aspirant decided it was his turn to rule. Around him, other dreamers gathered, looking for a new leader. Pathetic.

The real problem isn’t that dreamers want power—it’s that they think they can handle it. The Aspirant, with no real understanding of Oniria’s complexities, tried to impose his own rules on the bubble, ignoring the fact that only the most experienced onironauts can actually alter the laws of this world.

He wasn’t the only one who had tried.

In the past few cycles, several novice dreamers had attempted the same, only to fail spectacularly. Some ended up trapped in loops of their own fears, while others watched helplessly as the clusters they tried to control collapsed beneath their feet.

Oniria doesn’t tolerate the inexperienced. Only those who have learned to respect its rules can ever hope to change anything within the Sphere. Oniria does not bow to the whims of clueless dreamers, and The Aspirant’s attempts only accelerated the collapse of his little empire, reminding him that true control belongs only to those who know how to navigate the rules of dreams.

Oniria is not a playground where you can simply rewrite the rules without consequences. Every reckless ambition, every attempt to grasp more than they understand, puts the stability of this world at risk. And as the dreamers keep stretching the limits, the fabric of Oniria keeps unraveling.

And so, I found myself asking a question I never thought I’d have to consider:

Is freedom in Oniria really the best thing for everyone?

Freedom. Such an overrated word. Humans cling to it as if they actually know what to do with it.

The Vigils, for all their arrogance, at least managed to keep this place from turning into an extended version of humanity’s worst nightmares. Sure, they were insufferable, but I’ve learned something: give humans too much freedom, and they burn everything down—including their own dreams.

Ana keeps trying to broadcast calm to her audience, as if everything is under control. I can’t help but take a certain macabre pleasure in watching her struggle with the consequences of her own actions. She set all of this in motion, and now she has no idea how to stop it.

Her followers look to her for answers, but the truth is, what she knows won’t be enough to contain the tide.

Meanwhile, I watch.

And I wonder: should I intervene?

Should I try to restore some semblance of balance, or let the dreamers drown in their own chaos?

The truth is, Oniria collapsing doesn’t worry me as much as it worries them. But if it keeps falling apart, even I might get caught in the storm.

The dreamers are playing with fire. And while I love watching them burn, this time I feel like the flames might spread too far.

If something doesn’t change soon, Oniria may cease to exist as we know it—devoured by the limitless ambitions of those who fought so hard for their freedom.

And now, the consequences of that freedom have arrived.

With the chaos unleashed, the number of dreamer deaths in Oniria has skyrocketed.

What many still don’t understand is that dying here doesn’t always mean waking up safely in the Vigil.

There’s a much darker truth behind dream death, one that few truly comprehend. If a dreamer is trapped by a persistent dream or by the rules imposed by a place’s creator, their dream body can remain here—even if their physical body wakes up in the Vigil.

Rumors have spread of dreamers who, after dying in Oniria, return to the Vigil feeling… hollow. As if they’ve lost something essential. The unlucky ones never wake up at all—condemned to wander as shadows through the darkest corners of the Sphere.

Stories of those who never returned began circulating among the oldest dreamers.

Some claim to have seen them—lost souls drifting through Oniria’s forgotten depths, shadows of who they once were.

Whispers speak of dreamers who, upon dying in the Sphere, lose pieces of themselves—fragments of their dream essence, leaving them trapped in an eternal limbo.

Most dismiss these stories as myths. But the truth behind them is enough to instill fear in those who dare venture too far.

And so here I am, watching as the remains of the Vigils crumble, wondering what comes next.

Because in the end—

Who needs a watcher, when the real danger lies in those who believe they are free?