Chapter 112 Lamashtu and the Destroyed Sleeping Fields
Under the orange sky of dreams, the children of Gaia usually ran joyfully through fields of everlasting flowers, where their happiness flourished. They played with tiny creatures born from their own imaginations: candy-colored foxes that hopped like rainbows, winged cats soaring through the skies, and colorful birds whose laughter echoed like the cheerful chirping of crickets at night.
But that night, the sky suddenly changed...
It turned deep purple.
The once cheerful flowers began to whisper, their soft voices eerie, as if warning of something unseen—something lurking in the darkness.
"Mother... I'm afraid to sleep tonight..."
"I dreamed that someone touched my eyes from behind."
"Someone pulled my leg while I was dreaming."
"The air smelled like smoke... and I couldn't breathe. It felt like being trapped in choking fog."
"There is a large shadow, Mother. It always tries to come closer, and its voice shakes, as if it comes from the depths of the night."
"I saw all my friends disappear, leaving only the sound of crying in the darkness."
One by one, the children of Gaia woke up crying silently. Their bodies seemed healthy, yet their eyes had lost the small spark that usually shone after a peaceful sleep. "Big brother, I feel as if I have been left alone in a dark place, as if no one is searching for me," whimpered a child, voice barely audible. Some even... did not wake up at all.