As Rand tossed and turned in his restlessness, a familiar presence settled in. It was soft, almost comforting, and yet an undercurrent of power and knowledge stirred beneath the surface. Rand knew exactly who it was; a Forsaken, a touch of darkness in his mind yet not all that unwelcome.

The Forsaken, taking the form of a dream, appeared before him. They observed Rand's troubled sleep for a moment before speaking, their voice smooth and controlled. "Sleep eludes you, Dragon Reborn."

"It seems the pressures of your role weigh heavily upon you," the Forsaken continued, their figure approaching. The dream landscape shimmered as they moved, a reflection of the delicate balance between their presences.

Rand, despite his turmoil, was somewhat used to this intrusion. He opened his eyes and met the Forsaken's gaze, a strange mix of wariness and calm in his expression. "What are you doing here?"

The Forsaken chuckled, a soft, chilling sound that echoed in the dream. "Can a friend not visit a troubled soul?"

Rand's jaw tightened at the word 'friend', a silent declaration of their status. But he didn't challenge it, not yet. "You've never shown much concern for my well-being before."

The Forsaken's form shifted, becoming more tangible. They closed the distance between themselves and Rand, a subtle display of power that didn't go unheeded. "Perhaps I've grown... fond of you," they purred, a slight smirk playing on their lips.

Rand's eyes narrowed at the words. "You don't have feelings, not like mine," he retorted, his voice edged with a tired irritation.

The dream shifted as the Forsaken approached Rand, their form flickering between solidity and wraithlike in substance as they moved.

They reached out, a hand slowly and almost tenderly trailing along Rand's face. The touch was a mix of soft and cold, sending shivers down his spine. The Forsaken leaned in, their breath a chilling caress against his skin.

"Poor, troubled Dragon," they said in a voice tinged with both pity and an undercurrent of power.