Chapter 23

• The incense smoke curled slowly, as if it were dancing in the air, like the shadow of an invisible dance. Daniel lay silently on the bamboo bale, with only the sounds of the night accompanying him—the whispering wind, the chirping of crickets, and the distant rumble of waves crashing against the coral.
• Daniel's eyes began to feel heavy, slowly closing as he inhaled the calming scent of the incense burning in the corner of the room. His head felt light, as though the weight of his thoughts was slowly lifting.
• In his dream, he woke up in a place so unfamiliar. The sky was a dark blue, almost black, creating an atmosphere that was both chilling and captivating. Frangipani trees stood tall on either side of the path, their majestic white petals gently falling, as if raining down cold flower petals on Daniel. The stone corridor beneath his feet was filled with ancient carvings that looked mysterious, each curve and line seemingly telling a story of a long-forgotten past. Silence enveloped his every step, but there was something in the air that made him not feel alone. It was as though there were eyes watching him from behind the shadows, waiting, observing every movement.