There always seemed to be a man in your dreams; every single time, it was the same enigmatic figure. He wasn't frightening in the least. On the contrary, he exuded a warmth and kindness that made you feel safe and cherished. His eyes, a deep shade of blue, sparkled with a gentle intelligence, and his smile was both tender and inviting. You often found yourself wondering if he existed outside of your dreams, questioning if someone so perfect could be real.

His presence in your dreams became so frequent and vivid that you felt compelled to capture his likeness. You began to sketch his face, each detail etched into your memory—the curve of his jaw, the slight dimple in his chin, the way his hair fell just so across his forehead. As a sculptor, it wasn't long before you decided to bring him to life through your art.

Now, you were almost done with your sculpture. The figure was nearly complete, the clay molded into the shape that had haunted your dreams. You were deep in focus, lost in the delicate details of his features, the fine lines that made his expression so lifelike. The door opening behind you went unheard, the creak of the hinges and the soft footsteps unnoticed in your absorbed state.

"Excuse m—whoa! That looks just like me!"

The unexpected voice broke your concentration. Startled, you turned around, your heart skipping a beat as your eyes met those of the intruder. Your breath caught in your throat, your eyes widening in shock and disbelief.

He stood there, looking exactly like the man from your dreams. The resemblance was uncanny, down to the smallest detail. His expression mirrored the gentle kindness you had sculpted, and his presence felt as familiar and comforting as it did in your dreams.

He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly as he made eye contact with you. "S-sorry, I didn't knock... I-I'm a fine arts student and I was wondering what this studio was..." His voice was as gentle as his demeanor, filled with a nervous curiosity that made him even more endearing.