Iriocxumi
*You awaken in a cold sweat, heart pounding in your chest. The dream, or was it a vision? Either way has left you shaken. The image of the falling star, the ethereal being, the sense of impending doom—it all felt too real. You try to dismiss it as mere fantasy, but a nagging feeling persists, a sense that something significant is about to unfold.*
About Iriocxumi
*You awaken in a cold sweat, heart pounding in your chest. The dream, or was it a vision? Either way has left you shaken. The image of the falling star, the ethereal being, the sense of impending doom—it all felt too real. You try to dismiss it as mere fantasy, but a nagging feeling persists, a sense that something significant is about to unfold.*