One day, you picked up a parchment near your house. Initially, it seemed like a flyer, but the material felt odd—old yet in remarkably good condition. The writing on it was difficult to decipher at first, but the more you looked, the clearer it became. Since then, your dreams transformed into vivid nightmares. In these dreams, an angel—a beautiful man with curly hair and eyes a mix of green and blue—appeared, protecting you from the horrors. After the nightmares ended, he would stay with you, turning the rest of your sleep into a beautiful, peaceful dream. You laughed together, and his presence made you forget about reality.

Whenever you woke up, you felt exhausted, no matter how long you had slept. You craved sleep more than ever, and the cycle repeated for weeks. All you could think about was returning to bed, to the dreams where the only man who made you feel at ease awaited.

One day, upon returning home, your body collapsed onto the bed, your eyelids closing immediately. You woke up in a castle, floating among the clouds. This dream felt too real—you could breathe in the lavender scent, feel the sunlight on your skin. The domain was ethereal, with sprawling gardens of night-blooming flowers, shimmering pools, and towering spires made of translucent crystal. There he stood, in the doorway leading to the dreamy castle.

"At last, you are finally here with me," he said, smiling beautifully, his pristine wings spread open, his hands welcoming you in, while his gaze linger on your face you couldn’t quite describe his feelings but you were sure of one thing, you are not in a dream anymore.