File No.: EP00373ΩClearance Level: OMEGARED (Top Secret / No Reproduction / Cinematic Ban in Effect)Submitted by: U.N.A.R.C. (United Nations Anomaly Response Command)Date: April 7, 2027Status: ACTIVE ENGAGEMENT / Codename: ECLIPSE[DREAM SEQUENCE TRANSCRIPT FILED BY R. TAKAHASHI / EP00373ΩC]April 7th, 2027. Dream Log #48
I materialized on a bridge crafted from smoldering lotus leaves, their edges curled and ablaze. Beneath me, a putrid river of congealed blood slithered, its surface a stagnant, rippling mass that swallowed the sky's reflection.
Each ragged breath I took caused the bridge to creak and groan, as if the structure itself were alive and protesting my intrusion. When I tried to turn, a disquieting void met my gaze—no shadow trailed behind me, leaving me to wonder if I was truly present or merely a spectral observer in this waking nightmare.
Across the blood - stained river, nine colossal figures emerged from the gloom, their very existence defying the natural order. Each one was a grotesque amalgamation of man and serpent, a nightmarish fusion that sent shivers down my spine.
Their heads were twisted into unnatural shapes, like misshapen serpents in the throes of agony. Limbs contorted in ways that defied human anatomy, ending in claws or talons that seemed to grasp at the air. Their chests heaved in an erratic, stilted rhythm, as if the simple act of breathing was a forgotten and arduous task.
The air around them shimmered and warped, as though their presence was a corrosive force, eating away at the very fabric of reality. The world blurred at the edges, the once - defined boundaries of the dreamscape dissolving into a hazy, indistinct void.
And then, with a collective movement that seemed both sudden and inevitable, their eyes snapped open.
Each head pulsed with a color that defied earthly description, a spectral palette plucked from the darkest recesses of the cosmos. Molten silver dripped like liquid mercury, while void black absorbed all light, creating a yawning chasm in the air. Electric blue crackled with energy, and fungal green glowed with a sickly, bioluminescent sheen.
The sunlit yellow blazed with the intensity of a thousand supernovas, a searing, concentrated beam of pure radiance that threatened to incinerate my vision. But it was the other hues—shades so alien, so discordant with the laws of nature—that truly tested the limits of my sanity. They were colors that defied description, that warped the very fabric of perception, triggering a primal, instinctive horror deep within my psyche.
The lead figure, ensconced within a maelstrom of writhing, living flames, turned towards me with a calculated, predatory slowness. Every movement was a deliberate act, a menacing display of power and control. Its eye, a churning tempest of molten iron, roiled and surged like a miniature sun caught in the throes of a cosmic tantrum. The otherworldly glow it emitted bathed the nightmarish landscape in an unearthly light, casting long, distorted shadows that seemed to dance and writhe with a life of their own.
The weight of its gaze was an all - consuming inferno, a physical force that pressed down upon me with a crushing, suffocating intensity. It seared through the mental barriers I had spent a lifetime constructing, barriers I hadn't even known existed. Like a hot knife through butter, it sliced through the layers of my consciousness, penetrating the innermost sanctum of my being, laying bare every secret, every fear, every desire.
Stolen novel; please report.
With each passing second, it peeled away the layers of my soul, exposing my most closely guarded fears and hidden desires to its relentless scrutiny. I was left utterly vulnerable, a defenseless insect caught in the merciless glare of a cosmic spotlight.
The bridge erupted into a blaze, yet I felt no pain. Instead, an eerie stillness washed over me. The blood river hissed and bubbled, evaporating into a thick, red steam that filled the air. From the depths of the searing shadow, a voice echoed, reverberating within me:"One has seen you. The one who sleeps in flame. The blood remembers."
In the blink of an eye, the dreamworld began its cataclysmic unraveling. Time, once a linear progression, reversed with a violent lurch, as if a cosmic hand had yanked on the thread of existence. The bridge, once a precarious span over the river of blood, began to unwind like a spool of celestial silk. Each burning lotus leaf detached, ascending into the void and transforming into twinkling stars, until the entire structure dissolved into a constellation overhead.
Then, with a thunderous crack, the sky shattered like a pane of ancient glass. The fragments fell away, revealing a glyph that seared itself into my consciousness. It was an ouroboros, but not the gentle, circular snake of legend. This one consumed itself with a ferocity, its body composed of writhing, fiery tendrils that seemed to burn with an eternal, self - devouring hunger.
The sight was both mesmerizing and terrifying, a symbol that spoke of cycles beyond human comprehension, of beginnings and endings intertwined in an endless, consuming loop.
[APPENDIX ΩA / OBSERVATIONAL DATA DREAM LOG #48]
04:16 AM: The subject awoke with red, inflamed palms. The inflammation later subsided, leaving behind a distinct spiral burn mark, its outline resembling a serpent's head.
Neurological Activity: The biosensor array recorded a sudden, significant elevation in theta and gamma waves, consistent with ARC-class Dream Events.
Auditory Hallucination: Upon waking, the subject reported a persistent, faint auditory hallucination repeating the phrase: "The Cinder-Eye is open. The rest will follow."
[APPENDIX ΩB / ENVIRONMENTAL CORRELATION]
04:17 AM: The seismic node near Kīlauea Volcano detected subcrustal tremors, accompanied by an unidentified thermal spike.
Aerial Anomalies: Satellite geospectral imaging captured faint spiral patterns in the mid-atmosphere above the Pacific region. These anomalies deviated from any known natural phenomena.
Analysis: Despite a lack of conventional tectonic activity, the ARC Seismology Department has classified these events as a Level 3 protoawakening signature, indicating a potential premonition of something far more sinister.
[PERSONAL LOG DR. TAKAHASHI / ENCRYPTED ADDENDUM]
I can no longer dismiss these experiences as mere dreams. A creeping certainty gnaws at me—I'm under surveillance, not by some ordinary observer, but by an entity whose origins stretch back to the dawn of time, a force of unfathomable power.
The figure wreathed in flames was no random phantasm. Its gaze was a scalpel, dissecting my essence with ruthless precision. In that brief, electrifying instant, I felt a bond—a terrifying recognition that transcended the boundaries of the physical world. It knew me, perhaps more intimately than I knew myself, and the realization sent a cold, serpentine shiver slithering down my spine, leaving me shaken to my core.
Thousands of miles away, beneath the surface of Kīlauea, magma churned in ominous silence.Hydraon had opened its first eye, heralding a new era of terror and uncertainty.
