He closed his eyes, and his thoughts began to drift away, as if returning to those centuries ago, where his life was filled with challenges and choices, yet each step was taken firmly and without regret.
Unbeknownst to him, Moore gradually entered into slumber, and deep within the profound and misty dreamscape, a silver-haired witch tread upon invisible moonlight brocade, slowly stepping into a palace woven from Star Fragments.
The witch wore a long robe interwoven with moonlight and the colors of the night, her silver hair cascaded down like waterfalls beside her tranquil, closed eyes, as if time stood still upon her.
In the center of the palace, a long table made from Dream Silk stood silently, upon it rested a Spirit Lamp that never extinguished, its light soft yet profound. At the other end of the table, Moore's figure gradually appeared, enveloped in a layer of unpredictable light and shadow, his features blurred.
