Alex's mind churned with memories, struggling to recall fragments of his childhood. Amid the haze of recollection, one vivid image remained clear: the recurring dream he used to have.
In the dream, a figure with flowing hair, aged and decrepit, and eyes glowed a deep, crimson red. The man's teeth were jagged, his elongated hand reaching out toward Alex with an unknown purpose. The memory of the dream used to send shivers down his spine, and he would always wake up in tears just as the hand was about to seize him.
But strangely, as he recollected the dream now, it no longer felt like a nightmare.
Instead, it seemed almost like a cherished memory.
Alex began to sing a lullaby, hoping to unlock more memories.
With each word he uttered, he felt a growing sense of comfort and connection to his past.
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"Sleep now, Lexie, in the night so deep,
In dreams, let your worries cease to creep.
