Main path: Lux's dream

Lux’s mind floats in a pleasant fog. There’s something relaxing, almost sensual, about the experience – she can hear her own heartbeat, her husky breathing as the lack of oxygen makes her want to fill her lungs with more and more of the gas, but nothing else.

She drifts between the borders of wakefulness and some kind of dream. Strong arms, caring arms, are holding her, carrying her away from danger. A man – she doesn’t know who, but it’s a pleasant feeling, somehow. She tries to protest that she doesn’t need protecting, but her words are just a slurred mumble, and she doesn’t feel like trying all that hard.

In the dream, she’s gently placed down on a luxurious bed. The unseen man’s hand brushes against her arm, making her skin tingle. Again, she wants to tell him to stop, but she can only manage a soft, breathy moan. Again, she doesn’t feel like arguing too much.

It’s just a dream, she tells herself. There’s no harm…