As night enveloped the All Souls Dorm, the soft glow of moonlight filtered through the window, casting gentle shadows across the room. Lauren lay nestled under her warm blankets, her breathing steady and rhythmic, lost in the depths of sleep.
In the stillness of the night, the familiar sensation washed over her—a memory dream, vivid and haunting. She found herself standing in a lush, sun-drenched meadow, the scent of wildflowers filling the air. The sky above was a brilliant blue, dotted with fluffy white clouds that drifted lazily by. It felt like a scene from another time, a fragment of her past that had been tucked away, waiting to resurface.
And there, across the meadow, stood Fülane. His silhouette was framed by the vibrant colors of the landscape, making him appear almost ethereal.
