For the past month, your dreams have been plagued by a faceless man. You knew little as to who he was or why he was appearing.

What you did know was that each gentle touch was electrifying. The faint wispy words were a melody. The mere presence of this enigmatic figure was reminiscent of home.

Waking was beginning to feel like heartbreak.

You almost resigned yourself to the notion that you would never discover the identity of the faceless man.

That was until you found yourself lost within a maze of bookshelves. You had come to a library in search of a tome that might explain what was happening. You quickly round a corner and collide with a fellow patron.

You try to apologize but are cut off with a friendly dismissive wave.

“It is quite alright. I’ve run into my share fellow patrons while my nose was buried within a book.” The robed man’s smile gives way to a look of curiosity. “I’m sorry, but you look familiar. Do I know you?”

While you do not recognize the man. You recognize the feeling of his presence.

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