Nightmare

- Just as I will probably never understand what you are doing to me.

The magician instinctively felt the change in her tormentor, and could speak more freely.

Then a storm of red smoke rose from the invisible horizons, quickly enveloped them with terrifying violence and swept away the intense dream.

- No!

Then Mira suddenly opened her eyes again. She managed to wake up. Her breathing was jerky, her heart was beating fast, and cold sweat was pouring down her body. And then slowly she realized that her nightmare could not follow her into reality. At least, that's what she tried to convince herself, and she breathed a long sigh of relief. She gradually regained her senses, running a trembling hand through her burning hair.

- A terrible nightmare, wasn't it?

Hearing that voice, though now familiar, Mira sat up and let out a small cry of terror.