One lonesome eve when I felt tired, after a long day of work and tending to my responsibilities, I found myself yearning for rest and relaxation. The sun slowly descended, painting the sky with hues of oranges and blues, signaling the end of yet another day. Exhausted, I made my way to my cozy bedroom, where a soft, fluffy pillow awaited me. As I laid down on the comfortable bed, my body sank into the mattress, my mind began to wander aimlessly, much like a meandering stream.

In that state of half-consciousness, I started to drift into a world of wishes and dreams. Thoughts raced hither and thither through my mind, jumping from one idea to another, as if they were playing a game of tag. Time seemed to lose its grip on me, as minutes turned into even more minutes without my realization. It was in this hazy state that I inexplicably came face to face with a jet black beast.

The sudden...