The first rays of dawn were just beginning to pierce through the curtains as Xylon stirred awake.
His eyes flickered open, and he was greeted by a room awash in the soft, early morning light.
The sheets clung to him, damp with the remnants of a restless night's sweat, and he couldn't shake the lingering sense of unease that had accompanied his dreams.
In the quiet room, he took a moment to collect himself, the remnants of the nightmare still fresh in his mind.
It had been another one of those haunting visions, a recurring theme that had plagued his sleep for weeks now.
Yet, as he assessed himself, he realized that, unlike other nights, there were no visible injuries on his body.
His gaze shifted to the figure beside him, Eva lay there, her features peaceful in slumber, despite the weariness that seemed to linger in the depths of her expression.
