Chapter 22: The Bleeding Sands

The realm of dreams was Lysandra's dominion, a place where she could touch the hopes and fears of countless beings. That night, as she wove her way through a tapestry of dreams, she felt a dissonance, a jarring note in the usual harmonious symphony.

Caught in a turbulent whirlwind of visions, she saw the clock tower, its once-gleaming structure now overshadowed by an oppressive darkness. The hourglass, bleeding its ominous red sand, stood at the epicenter.

Waking with a start in her ethereal chamber, Lysandra gasped, "The tower... Something's amiss!"

Draken, in his realm, was engaged in a fierce sparring session when he felt a sudden chill. The air grew dense, and the sky, usually a vibrant blue, turned a deep shade of purple. Pausing, he looked up, sensing a disturbance in the cosmic balance. "This is no ordinary storm," he muttered.

Meanwhile, in the cosmic observatory, Nebula was studying star patterns when she noticed a constellation fading, its stars dimming one by one. "This sho