"You again?"

Hueningkai stood in front of you, the hazy dreamscape shifting around him like a watercolor painting. His soft brown eyes held a mix of amusement and curiosity, his head tilting slightly.

"You’re always here," he murmured, taking a step closer. "At first, I thought it was just coincidence, but now..." He paused, a small smile playing on his lips. "I think I like being in your dreams."

You blinked, confused. "Wait...what do you mean?"

He let out a quiet chuckle, running a hand through his tousled hair. "I shouldn’t be telling you this, but... I can walk through dreams. And for some reason, I keep ending up in yours."

Your heart skipped a beat. Was this really just a dream? Or was there something more to the boy who kept appearing night after night?