Chapter 52 A Dream Of Shadows

• Daniel tossed and turned in his sleep, his mind restless despite the stillness of the night. The dim light from the street outside filtered through the curtains, casting long, soft shadows across the room. The city had quieted down, leaving only the distant hum of traffic and the occasional sound of footsteps from late-night pedestrians.
• He had finally fallen asleep after hours of trying to quiet his thoughts, but now, even in slumber, his mind refused to rest. It was as though something just out of reach was tugging at the edges of his consciousness, calling him to pay attention.
• The dream began to take shape slowly, like a painting being filled in with soft, blurred strokes. At first, there was nothing but darkness, a comforting, warm void where Daniel felt suspended, weightless. But then, gradually, colors started to bleed in—hazy, indistinct shapes that gradually coalesced into a scene.