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You’re walking alone down a street that feels almost familiar. The storefronts are dark, and the moon is too close. You can't see your reflection in the windows of the buildings.
Then something stirs at the end of the block. Not a monster from the world you know, but something that could only exist in a dream. It unfolds itself from the shadows, dragging a warped calliope tune behind it.
What do you see?
Comment with the dream-creature you hope steps into the street… or the one you pray stays hidden. Don't ask why I'm asking.
PS. The next chapter will be in the morning. It's taking longer than expected.