my nightmare

In the eerie silence of the night, Abbey's senses were heightened by the mysterious voice that seemed to emanate from the shadows. His mind, already on edge, was further perturbed by the enigmatic words that echoed in the darkness. The voice's cryptic warning about the creatures of the night being untouchable sparked a whirlwind of questions in Abbey's mind. Who was speaking to him, and what did they mean by these cryptic messages?

As he struggled to make sense of the ethereal voice, Abbey's thoughts tumbled into a vortex of confusion and fear. The boundary between reality and imagination blurred as he grappled with the inexplicable presence that seemed to envelop him. The contrast between light and darkness, and the implications of disturbing that delicate balance, weighed heavily on his mind.

Lost in a labyrinth of uncertainty, Abbey questioned his sanity as he searched in vain for the source of the mysterious voice. With trepidation, he pondered the unnerving possibility that the voices he heard were merely a figment of his imagination, a haunting manifestation of his deepest fears.

Abbey's mind was in chaos as he tried to decipher the mysterious voice. His thoughts swirled in a whirlwind of utter confusion and terror. The line between what was real and what was make-believe became hazy as he wrestled with the unexplainable entity that enveloped him. The idea of disrupting the fragile equilibrium between light and shadow weighed heavily on his conscience.

Trying to understand what the strange voice was saying, Abbey decided to close his physical eyes and concentrate with all his might. Before long, there was a build-up of energy all around Abbey. This energy fluctuation surged from all around the abyss and finally into Abbey. Soon, Abbey was one with the abyss. He could feel the abyss in and around him. Abbey opened his eyes and what he saw was very beautiful. The labyrinth of the abyss became very clear to him.

"The abyss is a world of its own," Abbey remarked to himself. "I can see everything and everywhere. It's like I am everywhere and connected to all things." He admired a small, amazing creature that appeared to be a spider. "Look at this beautiful creature," Abbey murmured to himself as he tried to hold it. He then noticed another creature that looked scary, a combination of a snake and a lizard. He wondered to himself, "Can nightmare creatures be a combination of many animals?" He was beginning to understand something about how things work in the nightmare world. "There is a difference between nightmares and dreams," he thought.

The strange voice spoke again, it seemed you have discovered your mind. Abbey turned around again in the direction of the strange voice and what he saw almost turned his world upside down. Even his comprehension and reasoning was affected. He could not believe his own eyes. Is what I am seeing real? He asked himself without even knowing that he had done it. The strange voice sensing what Abbey was thinking and passing through laugh out loud before saying I get that a lot. Abbey composing herself finally had the courage to ask " who or what are you".

I am the king of nightmare creature. I am the Stuff of legends, I am what nightmare say I am Said the strange voice. Abbey looking at a dragon like creature with Four heads, eight wings standing almost ten meters tall. This creature is not beautiful to behold. It can only be the worst nightmare creature someone can conjure or think of, Abbey remarked to himself. The dragon -like creature laugh out again sensing what Abbey was thinking about before saying nightmare creature are beautiful in there own right. After all, if there were no nightmare, how can people be afraid. And if there were no fear, how can there by security. Fear is the building block of nightmares, which in turned drives the imagination into creation. Creation leads to creativity.

As the dragon -like creature began to explain, a sense of understanding began to form in Abbey's mind. He now began to understand the intricate balance of the difference in dreams. And why there are nightmare and nightmare creatures. He has or had always thought that people who had nightmares were cowards, who were always afraid in the real world and couldn't control their dreams. Now he has gained some understanding in how dream works.

The strange voice spoke again, "It seems you have discovered your mind," it said. Abbey turned around in the direction of the strange voice once again, and what he saw almost turned his world upside down. Even his comprehension and reasoning were affected. He could not believe his own eyes. "Is what I am seeing real?" he asked himself without even realizing it. The strange voice sensed what Abbey was thinking and let out a laugh before saying, "I get that a lot." Finally composing himself, Abbey found the courage to ask, "Who or what are you?"

"I am the King of Nightmare Creatures," proclaimed the strange voice. "I am the stuff of legends, I am what nightmares are made of," it continued. Abbey looked at the dragon-like creature with four heads and eight wings, standing almost ten meters tall. This creature was not beautiful to behold. It could only be the worst nightmare someone could conjure or think of, Abbey remarked to himself. The dragon-like creature laughed again, sensing what Abbey was thinking before saying, "Nightmare creatures are beautiful in their own right. After all, if there were no nightmares, how can people be afraid? And if there were no fear, how can there be security? Fear is the building block of nightmares, which in turn drives the imagination to create. Creation leads to creativity."

Abbey seemed to have remembered something and asked the dragon-like creature, "You mentioned people being trapped here. Where are they?" The dragon-like creature replied, "Look around you, they are here. You are looking at some of them. They became their nightmare, the stuff of legends, creatures of nightmares themselves." Abbey became very worried and asked, "You mean this will happen to me if I can't figure out how to get myself out of here?" The dragon-like creature responded, "Yes." "A mind is a terrible thing to lose," it added. Abbey fell into deep thought, thinking to himself, "How can I get myself out of here? I have all this energy flowing through and around me, yet I can't think of a way to escape. And if I stay here too long, my body will deteriorate and I'll be stuck here forever."

Abbey became even more perplexed and panicked when the dragon-like creature mentioned that it wouldn't give him any hints. He stood there, unsure of what to do next. He tried looking around for any clues or doors but found none. He even closed his eyes to navigate the abyss and find a way out, but still couldn't. As he stood there, despair and anxiety began to set in, and he started to feel hopeless. He thought to himself, "The way is shut, there is no escape. I will be trapped here forever." It played over and over in his head, realizing that this was his own nightmare. He hated being trapped in a confined space, and being all alone was something he disliked even more. Suddenly, an idea dawned on him.