Chapter 8
The Dreamwalker's Journey
Kael's eyes felt heavy, his eyelids drooping like leaden curtains. He sank into the softness of his bed, the feathers enveloping him like a cloud. As he drifted off to sleep, he felt the familiar sensation of his body becoming weightless, his spirit slipping free from its earthly anchor.
He floated through a tunnel of swirling colors, the hues blending together like wet paint on a canvas. The air was filled with the sweet scent of blooming flowers, their fragrance wafting on the breeze like a gentle caress.
shattered
As he emerged from the tunnel, Kael found himself in a world unlike any he had ever known. The sky was a deep shade of indigo, the stars twinkling like diamonds scattered across the fabric of the universe. The ground beneath his feet was soft and spongy, like a thick layer of moss.