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Nash tossed and turned in bed, his brows knitted together, his pained expression would invoke pity in most members of the opposite sex unfamiliar with him.

Nightmares chased him through chaos and disorder, and upon entering the deepest ocean of unconsciousness, all his fears took on tangible forms, haunting his dreams relentlessly.

The man suddenly opened his eyes wide!

He saw it!

Someone was folding reality, the world was a loop of paper, and they had been on the outer surface all along, but if that was the case, why...

Slender fingers tightly gripped the blanket.

No, this absolutely couldn't be the truth!

That was Nash's last thought before passing out.

Darkness.

Endless darkness.

Even in a state of unconsciousness, the nightmare wasn't invading his brain this time; instead, there was only the eternal darkness and a terrifying calmness.

Having nothing, knowing nothing.

He couldn't breathe.

He had gone too deep, was there a chance for him to resurface?