CHAPTER FIFTY-TWO
SANDRO DAVALO
A battle within the soul
I desperately sought sleep, but it eluded me like a ghost slipping through my fingers. The hour felt late, yet my mind wouldn’t relent; the moment it seemed nature would finally tuck in for the night, my thoughts would come alive, erupting into a whirlwind of emotions I wasn’t ready to confront. I sat up in my bed, the shadows of my room deepening around me, and walked to my window, yearning for morning to break. But even that seemed far off, like a distant dream I couldn’t grasp.
As I leaned against the cool glass, I caught a glimpse of the moon high in the night sky, its soft light casting an ethereal glow over everything. Trees stood still, and the world outside was quiet, yet my mind raced with a tangled mess of thoughts.
