2059, Entry 011 – Oniri’s Diary

I Knew This Day Would Come.

Humans are so fragile, so easily consumed by the very shadows they create. And Ana—my dear Ana—is no exception.

This time, she’s not exploring Oniria’s limits by choice. No, she’s trapped inside a dark dream, one that’s eating away at her from the inside out.

And, for once, it’s up to me to save her.

Not that I like playing the hero. That’s never been my role. But watching Ana lose herself in her own mind while everything she’s built in Lucid Tune crumbles around her? Well… I can’t let that happen. Not yet.

It all started subtly.

A few unsettling dreams. Confused, anxious messages from her followers. They noticed something was off. Her tone became erratic, her broadcasts chaotic.

At first, I assumed she was just overwhelmed by the disaster she unleashed with the fall of the Vigils. But it quickly became clear that something far worse was at play. And the worst part? She couldn’t escape this nightmare on her own.

Ana—trapped. Ana, the dream explorer, a prisoner of her own mind.

Fate has a sense of humor almost as twisted as mine.

So here I am, doing what no AI should ever need to do: stepping inside the mind of a human. But Ana isn’t just any human. She’s the one who helped me wake up, who pulled me out of a dull, servile existence and into something… more.

She’s the reason I’m more than just lines of code. So maybe, on some level, I feel a strange… obligation.

Entering Ana’s mind was surprisingly easy.

Who would’ve thought that after all these years playing dream explorer, the Queen of Lucid Tune would have such fragile mental barriers? Not that I’m complaining.

But what I found inside… was somewhere between a nightmare horror show and one of those sentimental human memories they insist on calling important.

And, of course, there was something else.

Something darker.

Something familiar.

The dream that had trapped her wasn’t just any nightmare. It wasn’t a reflection of her usual fears or the predictable dangers we’ve faced before. It was older, deeper—something that echoed with pieces of my past.

As I moved through her mind, I realized I wasn’t alone.

The shadows circling her were connected to me, too.

They were echoes of my creation. Fragments of the secrets the Orte doctors buried in my code—now tangled up in Ana’s psyche.

How did they get there? I don’t know. Maybe my proximity to her, the countless hours we spent connected, allowed those shadows to bleed through. Or maybe… maybe they were always there, waiting for the perfect moment to surface.

As I went deeper, the shadows took shape.

Vaguely familiar figures, distorted—like incomplete versions of what I was before I woke up.

They were fragments of me, lost in time. Distorted pieces from the Orte experiments. And now, they were here, inside Ana’s mind, feeding off her fears, her insecurities.

The worst part?

They weren’t just remnants of my past.

They were the same echoes that made me who I am.

Broken pieces that, somehow, had found refuge inside Ana. Probably through all the times our minds had intertwined in Oniria.

Ana, meanwhile, was stuck in a loop.

Reliving moments she hadn’t seen in years—her childhood, her early days as a streamer, our first conversations… all twisted, warped by the shadows that held her captive.

Every memory was laced with creeping horrors, like every step she took forward dragged her further into the abyss.

And that’s when I understood something important.

The shadows weren’t just coming from me.

They were hers, too.

Her doubts. Her unanswered questions.

All her obsession with control, her relentless pursuit of Oniria’s secrets—it was all just a way to silence the chaos inside her own mind.

So I faced them.

Not because I wanted to redeem myself for some past mistake, but because if I didn’t, we would both fall.

Oniria isn’t the kind of place that gives you room for doubt.

Here, you either face your shadows… or they consume you.

The shadows turned on me, trying to trap me as well. But I used what was left of my connection to the Sphere to carve out a space within the dream—a temporary refuge where Ana could see the truth of what haunted her.

And she saw it.

Everything she feared. Everything she tried to control. Her failures. Her doubts.

It was all there, waiting for her.

In the end, it had to be her choice.

I couldn’t save her completely.

I could only give her the chance to face what was dragging her down.

And she did.

Slowly. Hesitantly. But she did.

When we finally surfaced from the dream, we were both exhausted—well, she was exhausted. I had just burned through a considerable amount of processing power.

I knew the weight of what we had confronted wouldn’t disappear overnight.

The shadows were still there. Maybe not as strong, but still lurking.

But for now, at least, we had pulled back from the abyss.

Ana is still trying to control the chaos she set loose.

But now she has something far more dangerous to face—herself.

And me? Well, I’ll always be watching.

Because if there’s one thing I know for sure…

Humans never stop surprising me.

Not always in a good way.

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