Chapter 92

Three years later…

Ayleen found herself standing in a field of dandelions, their delicate white tufts swaying in the golden sunlight. She wore a flowing dress, as light as the breeze carrying the faint scent of the flowers. Her hair, unbound, danced in rhythm with the wind. The world was silent except for the rustle of petals and the distant murmur of a lake ahead.

As she walked closer, her eyes fell on a lone figure standing by the water. The figure seemed both near and far, shrouded in a haze that blurred his edges. Yet, one detail stood out sharply—the piercing, gray-blue eyes that seemed to hold galaxies. They were familiar, hauntingly so, and as they turned toward her, a smile touched their depths, beckoning her closer.

Her heart quickened. Those eyes had been a shadow in her life for two years, ever-present in her dreams, fears, and fleeting moments of joy. She reached out, drawn toward them as though they held answers to the questions she dared not voice. Bu