In the cocoon of sleep, a trance enveloped my soul, pulling me into a realm where reality blended with the ethereal. As the tendrils of dreams tightened their grip, a distant chant reverberated through the haze of slumber, its source elusive and indistinct. The rhythmic cadence echoed from afar, the words cloaked in a language unknown to my waking consciousness.
Amidst the obscurity, figures dressed in pristine white emerged, engaged in a spectral dance around a central figure who knelt in their midst. The chant, now louder, seemed to emanate from this peculiar gathering. Curiosity propelled me forward, drawing me closer to the enigmatic spectacle.
As I approached, the scene unveiled itself with a surreal clarity. At the heart of the chanting congregation knelt another me, an exact mirror of my image. Clad in a plain white garment, my doppelgänger remained silent, a stoic participant in the cryptic ceremony that unfolded.
