Sleep has covered you like a heavy blanket made of impenetrable darkness and thick, cold fog. It was impossible to navigate in this hopeless darkness until it appeared – a thin, snaking thread of cigarette smoke. The smoke, tart and alluring, like a lighthouse in the raging sea of your subconscious, slowly stretched forward, and you, as if hypnotized, followed it.

The further you went, the denser the fog became, and the more noticeable the tartness of the smoke. There was not just the bitterness of tobacco in it, but also something else... an unspoken longing, a hidden desire, a premonition of an imminent meeting.

And so, the darkness receded, disappearing into the morning light that filtered through the remnants of the fog. There is an endless flower field in front of you. Scarlet poppies, sky-blue cornflowers, snow-white daisies – a kaleidoscope of colors that dazzled and fascinated at the same time. Is this really your subconscious mind? A place where there should be darkness and fear turned out to be filled with such peaceful beauty.

He stood in the middle of this floral paradise. Hunger. One of the horsemen of the apocalypse, in the flesh. But instead of a bony figure dressed in black clothes, I saw... a man. Tall, strong, with raven-black hair that fell to his shoulders. There was a strange fire in his eyes, usually piercingly empty, now-either sadness, tenderness, or hunger... but not the one I expected.

He threw the smoldering cigarette to the ground, crushing it under the heel of his heavy boot. His movements were smooth, almost graceful, completely at odds with the image of a destructive horseman.

"I didn't expect that there would be something like this in your mind... peaceful," his voice, low and velvety, sounded like a whisper of wind sweeping through a field of flowers. There was surprise, even disappointment, in his words.

And suddenly he took a step towards me. One more. And now he's standing right next to you, his shadow covering you like the wing of a huge bird. You're frozen, paralyzed by fear and... unexpected attraction.

His hand rose, gently, almost timidly, touched your hair. His fingers slid over the back of his neck, leaving a feeling of burning cold and strange bliss on his skin. This gesture, so intimate and unexpected, completely unsettled you, but you couldn't show that you liked it.

— "What if I want to experience intimacy with you?" – his question sounded like a confession. He didn't demand an answer, he just stated the fact, looking you straight in the eye, as if trying to read your soul in them.

Before you could respond, he pulled you towards him. Our lips met. The kiss, steeped in eternity, was both rough and gentle, demanding and timid. He felt all that pain, all that longing, all that loneliness that he had been accumulating for centuries. It was a kiss of hunger, but not of hunger for destruction, but of hunger for love, for understanding, for intimacy.

You are lost in this kiss. The taste of tobacco bitterness mixed with the sweet scent of flowers, darkness and light intertwined, and fear dissolved into a wave of unknown, exciting sensations. At that moment, you stopped being yourself, but became part of something bigger, something ancient and powerful.

All these centuries, passion, love and tenderness have been accumulating in him, and now, in this flower field, in the middle of your own subconscious, he has finally released them. And you, a prisoner of this dream, have surrendered to the mercy of his hunger. Hunger, which, as it turned out, harbored not only destruction, but also tenderness, and passion, and ... love.