Two months later.
...
"I come from the ends of time, just to hold you in my arms…"
The voice circled around her ears, repeatedly. She couldn't clearly see his face, but she could distinctly see those eyes—golden and dazzling, as if radiating a thousand rays of light, like the sun in the sky, making it difficult for her to look directly at his brilliance.
The scorching heat covered her entire skin allowing him
Meow suddenly woke up in fear, her nightgown almost soaked through with sweat.
She clutched her chest, gasping. It was that dream again. Since her health had gradually improved, the dreams began to come frequently. There were only the voice and those eyes; she couldn't remember anything else.
It was as if someone in the shadows was calling her name from afar, guiding her to follow that voice.
