"From where are you speaking? I can't see you. And don't tell me I died in my sleep and ended up in heaven… or worse, hell."
A calm, slow, and steady voice descended from above.
"Foolish human… you are not dead. Not yet."
His face tightened at the response. The more answers he received, the more confused he became.
"Then where am I?"
he asked, his voice slightly strained.
"As I told you, human… this is the Zoe Forest. I summoned you—just as I have summoned others before you."
There was a brief pause before the voice continued, its tone unchanged.
"The awakening of your Vandom has almost begun. This is your best… and perhaps your last chance to save yourself—and your species—from extinction."
His eyes widened.
"Wait… wait. Did you just say… we're going extinct?!"
'What is he saying…? It's hard to believe. Maybe I'm still in a dream… but I can't wake up. I can't even see him. And if what he's saying is true… then this is a very big problem.'
He took a deep breath, trying to slow his racing heartbeat.
The voice spoke again.
"I seem to have confused you quite a lot, so let me introduce myself first."
There was a brief pause, as if the air itself had gone still.
"I am an idea born from the dreams of people—a god of dreams. Some call me the Empty Dream… but you may call me Morph."
Silence followed.
Complete, heavy silence.
The shock was clearly visible on his face.
'A… god?'
He looked around, observing the strange forest once more, as if hoping to find something—anything—that made sense.
After a few seconds of hesitation, he spoke.
"My name is…"