In this bizarre dreamscape, Roy didn't immediately go to look for Anna. Instead, he first found a round porthole, pushed it open, and stuck his head out.
The environment outside was a chaotic expanse, with both the sky and the sea a featureless, pitch-black. Something seemed to be lurking in this utter blackness, making Roy instinctively avert his gaze, not daring to look directly at it again.
What is this place? Why is it so dark? Even if it's night, there should be stars, right? Could it be that Anna just didn't imagine them?
After a few seconds of contemplation, Roy put the question aside. His time was precious, and he had to gather as much information as possible before it ran out.
Roy carefully walked up to a door and gently pulled it open. The moment he saw what was inside, he froze. Within a room the size of a classroom lay a heap of phosphorescent green tentacles, with liquid eyeballs slowly writhing atop them.
