The Dream That Won’t Let Go

The room was silent, the only sound the rhythmic ticking of the antique clock mounted on the wall. Outside, the night stretched long and endless, a deep darkness swallowing the city whole. But within Killian’s mind, there was no peace.

The moment his eyes shut, the dream came again.

A soft whisper called his name, floating through the void like a melody made just for him.

“Killian…”

His breath hitched as the air around him shifted. The garden. It was always the same garden. Lush greenery stretched endlessly in all directions, the scent of blooming flowers hanging thick in the air. Fireflies flickered like dying stars, weaving golden trails through the darkness.

And then—there she was.

The woman.

She stood before him, her white gown billowing slightly as if caught in an unseen breeze. The glow surrounding her was softer this time, more familiar. But as always, her face remained blurred, hidden behind some invisible veil.