344 Confrontation

"That's not me..." Vale softly muttered, his voice tinged with a mix of confusion and unease. The vivid memories of the dream were still fresh in his mind.

He couldn't shake off the lingering sense of disconnection.

The intimate moments and profound conversations they shared in the dream felt foreign to him as if he had been a mere observer of his own actions. It was as though someone else had taken the reins of his consciousness, guiding him through the dreamscape.

Vale held his head as if it would help him think of what had happened.

"Not good…"

As Vale tried to make sense of it all, a wave of anxiety washed over him. The realization that he had been an unwitting participant in this shared dream left him questioning his own identity and the boundaries of his own thoughts.