Lyra couldn't shake off the feeling that the stranger's gaze had left on her. She felt like he had seen into her very soul, like he had awakened a part of her that she never knew existed.
That night, Lyra fell into a deep sleep, her dreams filled with visions of the stranger's piercing eyes and chiseled features. She dreamed of him standing in a moonlit garden, his silver eyes shining like stars as he beckoned her closer.
In the dream, Lyra felt a strange connection to the stranger, as if their hearts were bound by an invisible thread. She felt his loneliness, his sorrow, and his deep longing for human connection.
As the dream faded, Lyra woke up with a start, her heart racing and her sheets drenched in sweat. She felt a strange sensation, as if a part of her was still trapped in the dream world.
Suddenly, a faint whisper echoed in her mind, a soft voice that seemed to come from nowhere and everywhere at once. "Lyra," the voice whispered, "I'll be waiting for you in the moonlit garden."
Lyra's heart skipped a beat as she realized that the voice was the stranger's. She felt a shiver run down her spine as she wondered if the dream had been more than just a fantasy.