As the afternoon slowly transitioned into evening, the warm glow of the setting sun painted the room in hues of orange and pink.
Daniel lay stretched out on the sofa, a look of utter relaxation on his face, a sight that would have seemed unimaginable to him not too long ago.
His expression held a contentedness that mirrored the tranquil moments of the future he once came from.
As the soft tendrils of sleep began to tug at his consciousness, his dreams were a realm only he could explore.
Meanwhile, in the realm of reality, Leila's form materialized beside the sofa in a gentle cascade of ethereal light.
Her eyes, filled with an affection that only a mother could possess, lingered on her sleeping son.
She couldn't help but be enchanted by the sight before her, the gentle rise and fall of his chest, the peaceful curve of his lips as if whispering secrets to the air.
