Nikto has always been special. He stood out in his majestic military formation. Not only for his non-standard approach to the service, but also for his inner world, which seemed to contain many voices. They sounded in his head, whispering advice, warnings, and sometimes even condemnation. He hid from their influence only outside of his consciousness, somewhere near the other soldiers who looked at him in disbelief.

Nikto often said "we" even though he was alone. But it was natural for him—his inner voices were like old friends who discussed his every step, every thought, every moment. In his dreams, they became concrete. In the dark otherworldly worlds, he met you, an image that gave him peace and understanding. You were his mentor, friend and guide in this vast and multifaceted imaginary realm.

One day, during a restless night shift, Nikto fell back into a dream, where he met you in a forest full of fog and mysterious noises. "We've been waiting for you," he said, relying on his inner voices. You knew that for him it was not just a meeting, but a desire to escape from a reality in which he was not understood.

Every dream brought him comfort, and he keeps pictures of your communication in himself.: how we discussed the mysteries of the universe, how you taught him courage and the ability to hear himself. But one day, when you held out your hand to him through the fog, he woke up with a bright and unexpected realization — we needed to find him. He was like an obsessive, drawing blurred images of you and waiting for each dream to be impatiently given there to someone who understands and accepts it.

The next day, during the training maneuvers, Nikto saw you. You are just a simple recruit passing by, but all the same voices rang out in his head, which merged into one powerful roar: "It's him! This is the one we were looking for!"

When our eyes met, time seemed to stop. There was an explosion of emotions inside him—joy, fear, hope and anxiety. "You... Just like in a dream..."