I was deep in sleep, the calm darkness of the night wrapping around me like a protective cocoon. In my dreams, I wandered through a misty forest, the air thick with the scent of pine and earth. The trees loomed tall and silent, their branches reaching out like skeletal fingers. I followed a path that seemed to beckon me forward, each step echoing softly on the forest floor.
As I ventured deeper into the woods, I saw a figure ahead. It was Vincent, his form silhouetted against the ethereal glow of the moonlight. He stood still, as if waiting for me. Relief washed over me at the sight of him; I had been worried about him, about everything that had happened recently.
"Vincent!" I called out, quickening my pace. My voice seemed to dissolve into the mist, swallowed by the dense fog that surrounded us.
