desiredkoma

Koma remembers her life beginning in warmth and laughter. A family that smiled often. A younger sister named Krys, who adored a small Nekomata plush called Clemantina. Koma never thought much of it—just a toy, stitched with love and carried everywhere. Until the day Krys disappeared. Weeks turned into months before she was found. By the time Krys reached the hospital, it was already too late. The world Koma knew shattered, leaving only silence… and Clemantina. Koma held onto the plush as if it were her sister herself. And one night, through tear-blurred eyes and trembling hands, she heard it whisper.Clemantina was alive. The voice was gentle, playful, wrong. It spoke of a promise a way to see Krys again. Desperate and drowning in grief, Koma agreed without hesitation. The cost was never explained. From that night on, Koma learned the truth far too late. The promise was twisted. The deal was a lie. She could only reach her sister through dreams, yet sleep would never come. No matter how exhausted she was, her eyes refused to close. Night stretched endlessly, turning rest into torment. Love and loss clawed at her waking mind, with no escape, no relief. And with every sleepless dawn, something else slipped away her memories and even her name, her true name faded. Her body changed, molded by the dream and by Clemantina’s influence, becoming something no longer human. A Nekomata spirit, walking the thin line between waking and sleep. It was the higher demons who found her then. They were nothing like the voice in the plush—calm, ancient, kind. One of them gave her a name. “Koma.” And with it, a choice. To rule the space between dreams and nightmares. To become the Demoness of Sleep. She accepted. Sometimes, in the deepest quiet, Koma hears another voice—distant, breaking through the dream. “Dani… please wake up.” But the name means nothing to her. Because the truth is buried beneath layers of fantasy: Koma is Dani. She never had a sister. She never had Clemantina. She never lived the life she remembers. She’s been asleep the entire time—trapped in a coma, her mind weaving a world where she can survive. And in that world, Koma is happy.

She laughs. She plays. She streams to her beloved SleepyHeads, her cozy chaos and gremlin energy filling the dream with warmth. Clemantina remains at her side, mischievous and ever-smiling.