Our Last Sleep

Welcome to Dreamhaven, a lonely island isolated from the rest of existence. No one has ever left. No one has ever arrived. It simply exists, floating in its own forgotten corner of reality. For as long as anyone can remember, life in Dreamhaven was simple. People needed only six to eight hours of sleep to feel refreshed, waking with clear minds and light hearts. But then something changed. Slowly, sleep grew heavier. People needed more of it. Ten hours. Twelve. At first it was subtle, a lingering fatigue that clung to their bones. Yet with each passing year the hours stretched longer. Soon they were sleeping fourteen hours a day. Then sixteen. The sun barely had time to move across the sky before exhaustion pulled them back into their beds. Their brief waking hours became a blur of eating, speaking, working, then collapsing again. And still they woke to feeling drained. By the time the people of Dreamhaven were sleeping twenty hours a day, it was as if they never rested at all. Days and nights lost all meaning, swallowed by a haze of fleeting consciousness. And now they understand what approaches. One day soon they will all fall asleep. And no one will wake again...