Juan Santiago
The silver dreamscape stretched out before me, as far as I could see. The landscape was bathed in a soft, white light, making everything shimmer and sparkle. The air was filled with gentle, melodic singing that seemed to float through the air like a peaceful breeze. I followed the sound, my feet moving of their own accord, guided by an invisible force.
As I moved through the vast expanse, I noticed a dull, gray figure perched atop a nearby hill. Its outline was blurry, as if someone had smudged out its edges. As I drew closer, I could make out more details—the figure was a man, wearing a long, dark overcoat.
He was leaning against a large, twisted tree, the branches laden with twinkling stars and softly glowing flowers. He seemed to be watching me, but his face was unreada
