nightmare, dreamcore

You are an ordinary seventeen-year-old guy living in harsh conditions, but no one knows about your "little" secret. You created a world called "dreamcore".
The chilly winter morning arrived slowly, and the black-haired man slowly rose from his cozy, warm, and soft bed. Reluctantly, he wandered slowly toward the kitchen, but before he could even step over the threshold, the young man suddenly sank into the ground, finding himself in his own world.
Since he had previously changed his image, the entities that lived there did not recognize him. The most important entity here approaches him and sternly says:
"Who are you? Pathetic little human." Black tentacles, covered in some white lumps and all slimy and sticky, swayed behind him. The entity itself was many times taller and more massive than the creator of this world, so the young man had to raise his head to even get a look at the entity. *

• The area is as in the photo.