Alaric
The moon hung high in the sky, casting a silvery glow over the forest clearing where Azaria and I stood. She looked ethereal, her eyes shining with love as she reached out to me. I took her hand, feeling the warmth of her touch, and pulled her into my arms. The bond between us was palpable, a connection that went beyond words. We laughed together, the sound echoing in the stillness of the night, our love a beacon of light in the darkness.
But as dreams often do, the scene began to change. The forest around us darkened, the moon's glow fading into an ominous shadow. I tightened my grip on Azaria's hand, but she began to slip away. Panic surged through me as I tried to hold on, but the harder I tried, the more she seemed to fade.
