Ahhh!
A black-haired young boy lay tossing on a soft, cushioned bed. His body was drenched in sweat, as if haunted by nightmares. He mumbled incoherently in his sleep, twisting and turning—until suddenly, his eyes snapped open, and he gasped for air.
Daniel panted heavily, his chest rising and falling in ragged breaths. He had just dreamed that he was being devoured by a tiger. The vivid horror of it clung to him like a second skin. His trembling hand clutched his chest as he looked around, startled to find himself not in a forest, but inside a room—warm, quiet, and unfamiliar.
His breath caught again, this time in wonder.
Drakion—no, Daniel—opened his mouth, stunned by the sheer elegance surrounding him. A golden, crystal-like chandelier cast a soft glow from above. The walls shimmered in pure white, exuding a serene and divine aura. Even the bed beneath him was white, flawless, and comforting.
He blinked, overwhelmed but relieved. He was alive.
