Dreams and Secrets      

Xin sighed and shook his head before deciding it was time to get some sleep. 

Exhaustion had caught up with him, and as soon as he closed his eyes, he was transported into the realm of dreams.

In Xin's dream, he found himself standing in what appeared to be a park bathed in soft, diffused light. The atmosphere was tranquil, with a gentle breeze rustling through the leaves of the trees.

As he took in his surroundings, his attention was drawn to a swing set nearby. There, on a solitary swing, sat a young girl of around seven years old. Her presence seemed to radiate an aura of innocence and vulnerability.

The girl was alone, and her tiny frame gently swayed back and forth on the swing. Tears welled up in her eyes, glistening like precious dewdrops. 

Her features were delicate, and her face bore an expression of profound sadness. Xin could see her lips trembling as silent sobs wracked her fragile form.