Richmond fell asleep again.
The dream was soft at first, like a whisper carried on the wind. Richmond felt himself drift into it, weightless, like a leaf floating on a tranquil river.
The air was cool, carrying the faint scent of night-blooming flowers. A silver moon hung in the sky, large and luminous, casting a soft glow over the land.
All around, delicate petals of unknown flowers swayed gently, their colors shifting between shades of violet, blue, and silver as if reflecting the moon's radiance.
Fireflies flickered between them, tiny golden lights weaving intricate patterns in the air, like stars that had descended to the earth.
In the heart of this serene beauty, a couple walked hand in hand.
Richmond felt his heart clench as he watched them. The man's laughter was deep, rich, carrying warmth and familiarity.
His voice resonated with ease, as if the world held no burdens for him in that moment.
