Chapter 6: The Dance of Fate

The next day, while Steve was in his deep lumber

Moon Begins to Tell the Dream:

He found himself in his college days, standing at the edge of a massive stage during some kind of grand function. The air buzzed with excitement, the crowd a sea of familiar and unfamiliar faces. Most of the people he'd met in his life seemed to be there, waiting eagerly.

The announcer called his name for a dance performance.

Announcer: "Steve, come on up!"

Every eye turned to him, the spotlight blinding as it locked onto his trembling figure. His heart raced, threatening to burst out of his chest. Sweat dripped down his forehead as if he were standing in the middle of a scorching desert. His legs shook, and the weight of the crowd's expectations pressed down on him like a suffocating blanket.

Steve's Thoughts: "I don't even remember how to dance. What am I doing here?"

He turned to walk away, his head hung low, the fear and pressure overwhelming him.

But then, a cold hand grabbed his wrist, pulling him back toward the center of the stage.

Steve's Thoughts: "A cold hand from nowhere grabbed me. For a second, I saw her face—those deep blue eyes shining like stars."

The music began to play, a haunting melody that seemed to echo in his soul. She locked her eyes onto his, but her gaze went deeper—past his eyes, into the depths of his mind.

Steve's Thoughts: "All I saw was a warm blue star, warming me from the inside. My body moved on its own, dancing with her."

She was mesmerising. Her short hair swayed with her movements

her small nose turned red by the deep breath in this cold night all in the bright spot light. 

Steve's Thoughts: "Who is she? Is she my friend?"

As the music reached its crescendo, she leaned in, her nose brushing against his.

vega: "Who am I? Who am I to you, my darling?"

She smiled, revealing her cute vampire-like teeth, and then—she disappeared like mist in the sunlight.