Gavin
The dream didn’t start like most dreams do.
There was no slow descent into unreality—no soft transition of logic fading into chaos. One moment, I was lying in my bed, exhausted and bitter, and the next, I was standing barefoot in a field of scorched earth, the sky above me split with fire.
The sun was high—no, too high. Blinding. Angry. It cast no warmth, only a searing intensity that made my skin feel like it was burning from the inside out.
I squinted against the light. “Where the hell am I?”
“You know,” a voice said, rich and sharp like molten gold poured into a blade.
I turned. A man stood there—tall, broad-shouldered, his body carved from flame and sunlight. His hair shimmered like the corona of the sun, and his eyes were fire themselves—burning, unrelenting, furious. He w
