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The landscape was morphing, stretching, and distorting in front of my eyes.

Buildings crumbled, trees uprooted, and the ground itself seemed to tremble with an unseen force.

In the midst of all this tumult stood the safe, an oasis of stability in the swirling tempest of chaos.

I knew what I had to do.

With my gaze fixed on the safe, I sprinted forward, using every ounce of my energy to push against the destructive force.

With each step, the weight of the responsibility bore down on me.

As I raced, I could hear, in the distant background, the haunting sounds of Uhah’s slow, labored breathing.

It was interspersed with the erratic thump of a weakening heartbeat, like a metronome losing its rhythm.

The once sturdy bridge between Uhah’s consciousness and this dreamscape was deteriorating, and with it, the very essence of his life.

The closer I got to the safe, the more intense the world’s tremors became.

Structures around me shattered, throwing up clouds of dust and debris.

My focus never wavered.

Every ounce of my being was honed in on my goal: those plans.

The door was ajar, inviting yet ominous in the light of the dream’s instability.

I pulled it open wider and there they were:

Ikmal’s plans, neatly rolled and tied with a thin ribbon.

Without hesitation, I grabbed them.

Just as I was about to turn back to return to the dreamworld, a shockwave sent me sprawling to the ground.

The dreamworld was collapsing faster now, threatening to consume everything in its path, including me.

Panic surged as the realization hit me.

This wasn’t just a dream ending; it was a life fading away.

Uhah’s weakening lifeline was about to snap, and if I didn’t find a way out soon, I would be trapped in the void left behind.

I struggled to my feet, clutching the plans tightly.

The environment around me was almost unrecognizable now.

The vivid details and structures had all but disintegrated, replaced by a swirling mass of colors and disjointed memories.

It felt as if I was standing at the epicenter of a cosmic storm.

Desperation welled up as I tried to find my bearings, searching for any sign of an exit.

Every landmark, every familiar piece of the dreamscape, had been erased.

I was lost.

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