In the stillness of the unknown forest, beneath a starlit canopy, Valerian sat silently by Anastasia’s side. The fire beside them crackled gently, its light casting soft golden shadows on her pale face. She had not stirred for hours.
Then suddenly—she gasped.
Her body tensed, and she shot upright, crying out:
"Valerian!"
He caught her immediately in his arms, holding her close with a soothing grip.
"It’s okay," he whispered. "Calm down. I’m here. You’re safe. I’ve got you."
She trembled in his embrace, eyes wide with lingering fear and wonder. After a few moments, her breathing softened, and he gently loosened his hold.
She looked at him, dazed.
"I had a dream," she murmured. "No… not a dream. A vision. It felt too real."
Valerian leaned closer, silent.
Anastasia’s voice grew dis
