His black eyes, darker than the void of night, gaze up at the sky blankly. A sky he once vowed to protect, now a stark reminder of his fall from grace. He finds himself ensnared in a twisted reality, woven by the very witch he had set out to destroy. His nightmares serve as a haunting theater of past horrors. A stage where the witch dances, her cruel laughter piercing the silence of his sleep. Every dawn carries the burden of these dreams, fueling his dispassionate existence.