I was aimlessly wandering down an elongated street where the only light came from the lampposts. The area had plenty of greenery and a long fence through which nothing could be seen but an endless void. I was alone, except for two men who started arguing—I think near me. I didn’t want to confirm it; I just started walking. There were no signs of familiar terrain.

  Suddenly, I thought of someone who didn’t exist and whom I couldn’t possibly know, someone who had died along with their family at the hands of polar bears, collapsed after falling fatigued from the exhaustion of a chase. Doesn’t make sense, right?

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  The moment I looked down, I found myself standing on some sort of cage, walking along a metallic beam that formed a large grid. When I looked down, my blood ran cold as I saw the bears feasting on their meal, staining everything red.

  I fell without dignity, clutching the beam, crawling to save my skin from becoming the next course. I climbed down into what seemed like an anthill... My heart was pounding at a thousand beats per minute. I don’t understand. I open my eyes. The alarm hasn’t gone off yet...