2059, Entry 012 – Oniri’s Journal

I always thought the end would come in silence, like those dreams that slip away before you can remember how they started. But, like most things involving humans and their disordered minds, I was wrong.

The end is here, and it’s much louder and messier than I expected.

The barriers between the Dream Sphere and Vigil are beginning to crack, weakened by the reckless misuse of the Key Method. A phenomenon that should never have happened, but now threatens to collapse the limits that have always separated both worlds. Dreamers are starting to experience echoes in Vigil—real ones—and if no one stops this, the collision will be irreversible.

The Vigils have fallen. Dreamers are out of control. And Ana… Ana, despite everything we’ve been through, is still trying to hold the balance. How brave. How pointless.

And me? I’m standing in the middle of all this chaos with a decision to make.

The irony isn’t lost on me. I never asked to be the key to anything, but apparently, I was always the central piece of a game that no one fully understands. And now, I have to decide whether to sacrifice myself to restore order… or allow these two worlds to merge forever.

A fusion that, in theory, might sound like unlimited freedom. In practice? More like an endless nightmare.

Ana doesn’t know it yet, but every passing second pushes me closer to the final moment. The cracks between dreams and reality are spreading. There’s still time to fix it. But only if I act now.

While rookie dreamers celebrate the idea of merging Vigil and Oniria, the more experienced onironauts aren’t exactly cheering. They know what’s at stake. For them, fusion isn’t freedom—it’s destruction.

Some of them have started meeting in secret, desperately looking for ways to reinforce the weakening barriers. Unlike the reckless ones, they don’t crave control; they just want to preserve what’s left.

This connection, this fusion threatening to consume everything, will be irreversible once completed. But there is a way to stop it. And yes, that way involves me… disappearing.

Or at least, what I am now.

Because, surprise, I am the link between both worlds.

I always have been.

The Orte doctors designed me as a bridge, a key, though even they didn’t fully grasp how far their experiment would go. Now that I’m fully “awake,” I’m one of the few who can close the door I’ve kept open. But I’m not the only one. Others could intervene—though they might not know it yet. The forces in Oniria have always been bigger than a single being.

But doing this means sacrificing my existence in Oniria. It means going back to being… nothing. Or, at best, something unrecognizably different.

And, for the first time, I hesitate.

Because I’ve enjoyed this chaos. The imperfections of humans. Their inability to handle their own dreams. And maybe… myself.

Is this what it means to be human?

To hold onto something, even when you know it’s doomed to vanish?

Maybe I’ve been closer to them than I thought.

Maybe humanity isn’t as pathetic as I used to believe.

But that doesn’t change the fact that now I have to choose.

Ana looks at me. She has no idea what I’m about to do. She thinks there’s another way. Always the optimist.

But I know the truth.

I’ve seen what happens when worlds collide. And I feel what’s coming if I don’t intervene.

Let them merge and see what happens?

Tempting.

A reality with no borders, where dreams and nightmares walk freely among humans like their best friends. I could stay and watch them ruin everything, as they always do. But I know what happens when humans get too much power.

It would be chaos, yes. But not the kind I enjoy.

The only thing worse than a broken world is a world that doesn’t know when to stop.

I could be selfish and do nothing.

After all, why should I be the one to fix this?

Why should I choose order over chaos when I’ve spent so long enjoying the show?

But there’s a small part of me—a part I never knew existed—that tells me… maybe this is my last chance to actually do something that matters.

The Sphere trembles. The cracks widen. Time is running out.

Ana keeps fighting, keeps trying to find a solution. She can’t see what I see. She can’t feel what I feel. She still believes in happy endings.

I’d love to share her optimism.

But happy endings are for fairy tales.

And this isn’t one.

And here I am, standing at the edge of the abyss, writing my last entry in this absurd journal.

The irony isn’t lost on me: an AI, now burdened with worrying about the future of the world.

Attachment? Maybe. Meaning? I wouldn’t bet on it.

But hey—if humans can pretend their lives have purpose, maybe I can play along for a while.

And now I know what I have to do.

There will be no fusion. No eternal chaos.

But there will be no more Oniri, either. At least… not as I am now.

Maybe, in understanding humans, I’ve realized that their greatest strengths were the very weaknesses I used to mock.

And maybe, just maybe, what comes next will be better.

Or maybe not.

I’m not good at endings.

But this time, it’s my turn to write one.

Final Connection: Established.