Gaining Control over the Truth

Siverra's body was drenched in sweat, as he jolted from side to side in his sleep, lost in the realm of his dreams. His surroundings were a pit of infinite darkness, with only his thoughts accompanying him. As he tried to solve the puzzle in his dream, his thoughts drifted into a deep trance.

"... No, that's not quite right," Siverra muttered under his breath, trying to make sense of the puzzle. He furrowed his brows and shook his head. "That's not it either. Not that way, that's the wrong piece... How far does this puzzle go?" His voice was filled with frustration, yet determination.