Exhausted from her grief, Jessamyn fell into a deep, fitful sleep in Jerrick's arms. As she drifted off, the familiar dream began to unfold once more.
She stood at the edge of the chasm, a place she had visited many times in her dreams. But this time, the other side, where Joar usually appeared, was empty. There was only darkness and an eerie silence that sent chills down her spine.
The absence of Joar was a void that seemed to swallow all light, leaving her with a sense of loss that cut even deeper. But she knew that Joar was in a better place. He didn't have to bear with the darkness and emptiness anymore. He was at peace.
Turning away from the chasm, she found herself back in the garden. The air was warm and filled with the scent of blooming flowers. The sun cast a gentle light, creating an atmosphere of peace and tranquility.
