As the morning sun cast its warm embrace over the bustling city streets, Sylas found himself lost in a sea of faces, each one a fleeting glimpse into the lives of strangers. Yet amidst the throng of people, one face stood out—a face that haunted his dreams night after night, a face he couldn't seem to forget.

There they were, standing on the crowded sidewalk, their presence like a beacon amidst the chaos of the city. With their hair cascading in waves of golden sunlight and their eyes sparkling with an otherworldly allure, they seemed to glow with an ethereal beauty that took Sylas's breath away.

For weeks now, he had seen them in his dreams—a mysterious figure who appeared to him night after night, their image etched into his subconscious like a haunting melody. And now, here they was, standing before him in the flesh, as real and tangible as the world around him.

Unable to resist the pull of destiny, Sylas approached them, his heart pounding with a mixture of apprehension and excitement. "Excuse me," he began, his voice trembling with uncertainty. "I know this might sound strange, but...have we met before?"