Shadows of Fate | H.G

00 | The Dream

Theo stirred restlessly in his sleep as the familiar sensations of the dream began to envelop him. It was the third week of September, the same day it always happened. The day when he would be drawn into the depths of his subconscious to encounter her once again.

In the midst of the night, within the realm of dreams, he found himself standing in a vast, ethereal landscape. The air was thick with an otherworldly haze, and a soft glow emanated from the horizon, casting surreal shadows across the dreamlike expanse.

With each step, Theo felt the weight of anticipation building within him. He knew she would appear soon, as she always did. His heart quickened its pace, a mixture of excitement and trepidation coursing through his veins.

And then, she was there.

Emerging from the mist like a vision from another time, she appeared before him, her form radiant and luminous. Her eyes, pools of endless depth, met his with an intensity that seemed to pierce straight into his soul.

"Theo," she whispered, her voice a gentle melody that echoed through the emptiness around them.

He reached out to her, his hand trembling slightly as he brushed against the intangible veil that separated them. It was as if they were worlds apart, yet somehow, in this realm of dreams, their connection felt more tangible than ever.

For a moment, they simply stood there, locked in a silent exchange that transcended words. In her presence, Theo felt a sense of peace wash over him, a feeling of completeness that he could never quite explain.

But as quickly as she had appeared, she began to fade away, the edges of her form dissolving into the mist once more.

"No," Theo called out, his voice breaking with desperation. "Don't leave me."

Yet his pleas fell on deaf ears, and before he knew it, she was gone, leaving him alone in the empty expanse of his dreams once more.

With a heavy heart, Theo awoke, the memory of her presence lingering like a bittersweet echo in his mind. It was always the same, every year without fail. And though he longed to understand the meaning behind these recurring dreams, he knew that some mysteries were not meant to be unravelled—at least, not yet.