In the deep silence of the house, everything became still. The fire had burned down to glowing embers in the hearth, and darkness wrapped around the room like a black blanket. Elara lay motionless, seemingly peaceful, but the beads of sweat slowly forming on her skin and the slight tremors beneath the covers told a different story.
Inside... there was no peace. The dream crept in softly at first, like a familiar melody that makes your skin crawl.
White walls. Light too bright. The shadows cast on the ceiling were stiff, unnaturally still. Elara knew this place. Every detail. It was one of the rooms in their old apartment. A closed door, worn carpet, a cheap dresser by the wall with the top drawer always slightly open. And there he sat. Leonardo. Just like always. Leaning forward in the c
