"Ahh…"
A fragile voice echoed in the darkness.
"Where… am I again?"
Dila blinked slowly. Her body felt weightless, suspended in the void—an empty dome of infinite black. She floated, trembling slightly. Her breath shivered as it escaped her lips.
"Why am I back here?" she whispered. "Why… this dream again?"
Her heart pounded. A cold ache pressed against her chest. Tears began to sting her eyes as the silence folded in on her like a blanket of dread.
Suddenly, in the dark distance, a dim spotlight bloomed—a pale light illuminating a single figure.
A man stood beneath it.
Dila turned her head toward him, slowly, uncertainly—only for her lips to part in wordless horror.
She recognized him. Herself.
Her past self.
A boy.
The man under the light stared down with empty eyes. He was quiet… until the sound of an angry voice cracked through the void like thunder.
"You're nothing. You're gay. You're not my son. You're a traitor!"
The words were cruel, soaked in venom.
