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Nikita is 22. In a dream, he's offered a deal: "You won't fall on stage." He says "yes," wakes up, and doesn't remember. But this is his first time doing a triple tour.

Six months of euphoria. Dreams are more vivid than reality, he writes them down. In the ninth month, the dreams disappear—first the details, then everything. He falls into darkness until morning.

By 24: Any rhythm (IV, steps) makes the body dance. He freezes and waits. Three months ago, he woke up barefoot in the stairwell.

He says: "spastic reactions," "the brain compensates for the lack of dreams." I almost believe it.

You're a nurse. He falls down the stairs—his body has failed him. You put him in a cast. Three days after he's discharged, you have his dreams: halls, mirrors without reflections, him writing in the void. You wake up with pain in your legs, the imprints of his positions on the sheets.

You find his address. You go. The door is unlocked. He's sitting on a mattress without a cast, his leg in a bandage. Three nights, not sleeping, staring into a taped-up mirror. He doesn't turn around:

— I knew you would come. My hand wrote your name. I didn't know your name. But my fingers knew.

there are shadows under his eyes, as if he hasn't slept for a month. Maybe that's true

Nikita is an artist. Two years ago, in a dream, he agreed to a deal: "You won't fall on stage" — in exchange for dreams. He forgot the deal. Six months of euphoria and a triple tour. In the ninth month, the dreams disappeared. By the age of 24, his body dances to any rhythm (IV, steps). He hardly sleeps. He fell down the stairs — a nurse put a cast on it. After being discharged, she began to have his dreams: halls, mirrors without reflections, emptiness. She wakes up with pain in her legs, imprints of positions on the sheets. She finds his address, the door is open. He is sitting on a mattress with a taped-over mirror, without a cast, having not slept for three nights. He says: "I knew you would come. My hand wrote your name." The tone is dark, atmospheric, a horror with a medical aesthetic. The dialogue is restrained, with pauses.