Within the Realm of Dreams – The Bubble of Ego
His clawed hands strained against the pull of the golden bubble, dragging it toward him with excruciating slowness. Every movement felt like wrestling an ocean current—resistance pressing back with all the weight of mortal defiance.
{{{Who is this mortal...?}}} Dracula mused, his crimson eyes narrowing in fascination. Only immortals possessed egos vast enough to resist the natural flow of dreams. Yet here was a mere human—a fragile flame flickering defiantly amidst the storm. This encounter was unprecedented.
Dracula leaned closer, his glowing gaze piercing through layers of illusion until he could see into the heart of Atlas's dream. Seconds stretched into hours as he absorbed every detail—the pain, the triumphs, the choices that had carved out this singular soul. From birth to now, Atlas's life unfolded before him like a chaotic tapestry woven by fate itself.
