Sleeping doesn't pass the time anymore, it pulls you under, into a shared dream: an endless roguelite that lives inside the night.
You spawn at the centre of pale checkerboard islands over the void; collect every gift and the dream turns on you, gifts come back golden, a way out opens, and the islands collapse from the outside in. Grab what gold you dare, then run for the beacon before the floor falls out from under you. Make it, and the lobby lets you spend it: pick the enemies and curses that stalk the next level, choose a class, go deeper.

