As Xylon stirred from his restless slumber, his mind awoke to a cruel reality.
The remnants of his nightmares lingered, haunting his thoughts with their vivid and unsettling imagery.
It felt as though he had traversed a labyrinth of darkness, encountering countless deaths and unimaginable horrors.
His head throbbed with an intensity that seemed to match the weight of the nightmares he had endured.
The lines between dream and reality blurred, leaving him disoriented and drained.
It was as if he had not found any respite at all during the night, as if sleep had become a battlefield for his troubled subconscious.
With each passing moment, the memories of those haunting dreams etched themselves deeper into his psyche.
As Xylon grappled with the weight of his nightmares, an additional layer of anxiety settled upon him: the absence of Eva.
