The nightmare always began with darkness. An all encompassing void that swallowed life.
Then, a flickering, unsteady light that cast looming shadows across the ground.
That was when the man was supposed to run. He knew based on the previous nightmares what they wanted from him, at least at the start. Whenever he tried to fight it, she took control, moving him here and there.
So he ran. Better to run and maintain some sense of control than to place himself in her hands.
He
