nantaboy77

    STRANGE DREAM   Last night, I found myself walking  along a narrow path covered in silver mist. The trees around me whispered, their leaves glowing faintly like fireflies. I wasn’t afraid, only curious, as if I had been here before.   Suddenly, the path opened to a quiet lake. Its surface reflected not the moon, but thousands of unfamiliar stars, moving as if they were alive. I leaned closer, and the water rippled showing me images of people I had never met, yet who smiled at me as though they knew my name.    A cold breeze touched my shoulder, and when I turned, a figure cloaked in shadows stood there. Strangely, its presence felt both heavy and gentle. Without speaking, it raised its hand, and the stars in the lake began to rise into the sky, forming constellations I had never seen before.    Before I could ask who it was, the figure vanished into the mist, leaving behind only a faint echo: “You will remember, but only in dreams.” ...