At that very moment, I woke up.
I didn't need to open my eyes to know it: I already knew what would come next, and that terrified me. I felt that if I delved any deeper, I would lose myself. That dream… so vivid, so real, I had relived it again and again, like a wound that refuses to close. I have never told anyone about it. Not even the young master knows.
At first, I dismissed it as a simple delusion, an illusion born of routine. But lately… it has been happening more often. Every time I close my eyes, it returns. And with it, a feeling difficult to describe: a persistent emptiness, an inexplicable desire that settles in my chest, as if something essential were missing from me. It was a strange sensation, growing stronger with each passing day.
