Avilyn's night was restless, haunted by the specter of memories long buried. In the quiet realm of slumber, the past emerged from the shadows, unveiling a nightmare that gripped her soul.
The dream unfurled like an old tapestry, revealing a scene of youthful bliss. Avilyn stood in a meadow bathed in the soft glow of a setting sun, hand in hand with Aluxio, the love of her life. Laughter echoed through the air, promises of forever etched in their shared gaze.
Yet, beneath the surface of happiness, a dark undercurrent began to stir.
As the dream wove its intricate tale, a sudden chill descended upon the meadow, casting an ominous pall over the idyllic scene. Aluxio's once warm eyes darkened, his countenance shifting into something unfamiliar. Avilyn felt the first ripples of fear, a gut instinct warning her of an impending storm.