In the past, she would uncontrollably begin to fear, always feeling that something was crouching in that darkness, staring at her with evil eyes.
But this time... strangely enough, when the familiar darkness descended again, she wasn't as afraid as before.
Because she somehow knew that the gentle person in her dreams would surely appear again.
She had never seen his face, never heard his voice, but she had felt his fingers. With a hint of timidity and a touch of shyness, they slowly slid over her fingers, her hand, her wrist...
Clearly a stranger, clearly actions that should not take place, yet at that moment, they calmed her, helping her slowly regain her peace of mind.
She smiled softly in her dream, murmuring gently: "Do you know how much I wish to see your face? I'm so afraid that one day we'll be apart, and even if you stand right before me, I won't recognize it's you."
