Subject J-205: An In-Depth Psychological Study (Patreon)

James had always considered himself to be a rational man. But the recurring dream that had haunted him for weeks was pushing the boundaries of his sanity. In this unsettling dream, he found himself in a barren, alien landscape. Enormous, shadowy figures, giants beyond comprehension, reached down from the sky and plucked him from the ground, their colossal fingers closing in around him, lifting him higher and higher until he was lost in the vast expanse above.

His friends tried to ease his anxiety, attributing the dream to his impending trip to the popular beach town of Seabrook Cove. They assured him that the stress and anticipation of the upcoming vacation were manifesting in his dreams, but James couldn't shake the nagging sense that there was something more to it.

Determined to enjoy his vacation, James checked into a charming hotel near the beach, hoping to put the unsettling dreams behind him. As the sun dipped below the horizon, he decided to take a nap, hoping for a dreamless respite.

To his relief, the nightmare didn't return. This, he thought, was progress. Perhaps his friends had been right, and the dream was nothing more than a manifestation of his anxieties. With a sense of hope, he readied himself to meet his friends at a local nightclub that night.

Leaving his hotel room and entering the elevator, he pressed the button for the lobby. As the elevator descended, he noticed an unusual silence. The soft hum of the machinery was the only sound, and he couldn't help but feel a growing sense of unease.

When the elevator doors slid open, his heart sank. The usually lively lobby was empty. The reception desk stood deserted, the lights dimmed. Confusion gripped him as he stepped into the eerily silent space.

Stepping out onto the empty streets of Seabrook Cove, he found no signs of life. The vibrant town had turned into a ghost town, and a shiver of dread crawled down his spine. Panic began to claw at him.

Amid the deafening silence, strange, ethereal voices echoed from above, as if the very sky itself was speaking. James strained to listen, his heart pounding in his chest. The voices grew clearer, forming words and sentences. They called his name, beckoning him to look up.

His gaze shot upward, and to his disbelief, he saw a surreal sight. The sky seemed to warp and ripple like a cosmic ocean, with countless, human-like faces appearing and disappearing. It was as if he was a small fish in a giant, translucent bowl, and the beings above were peering in, their eyes focusing on him.

Terror surged through him as he realized that the dreams he had dismissed as mere figments of his imagination were real, and his journey to Seabrook Cove had taken him to a place beyond reason. He felt like a specimen under scrutiny, a plaything in the hands of colossal, otherworldly beings.

James tried to scream, but no sound escaped his lips. He stumbled back, disoriented and overwhelmed by the bizarre and inexplicable. The sky was alive with the myriad eyes and faces that gazed down upon him, and he had unwittingly become part of an enigmatic cosmic display.

As his fear intensified, James grappled with the disturbing realization that he was caught in a waking nightmare, and there was no escape from the unsettling reality that had now become his own.