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“Hey there,” I whispered gently, my voice a soothing balm against the residual screeches of the Vesperan. “It’s okay now. They can’t hurt you anymore.”
The boy’s wide eyes looked up, searching my face. “Are… are they gone?” he stuttered, his voice trembling.
I nodded, raising my hand high.
With a swift motion, I sent out a radiant pulse from my light, scattering the last remnants of the disgusting creatures.
The entire realm seemed to shimmer, then settled into silence. “Gone,” I confirmed, flashing a reassuring smile.
The boy sighed, his small body sagging in relief. “Thank you,” he whispered, exhaustion evident in his voice.
And then, without any warning, his eyes rolled back, and he crumpled onto the floor, instantly lost to sleep.
I watched him for a moment, my own senses tingling.
The touch of the boy’s skin had felt cool, yet it sent warm waves down my spine.
The boy’s scent, a combination of fresh spring and a hint of something more exotic, remained imprinted on my senses.
Then the landscape around me began to shift, the world of the Vesperan and the terrified boy blurring and fading.
Soon, the familiar cold steel bars of Ikmal prison surrounded me.
This wasn’t the real world either.
I was still in the dreamworld.
* * *
My heart raced as I stood before the male.
Even with all the changes that maturity had brought, there was no mistaking him.
It was the same boy from the dream, now fully grown.
His iridescent blue-violet skin glowed softly in the dim light, and the familiar large green eyes were now closed in peaceful slumber.
There was an odd beauty in seeing this being asleep — a graceful serenity that wasn’t often found within the bleak walls of Ikmal prison.
I blinked and suddenly, the prisoner wasn’t lying on his back any longer but on his side.
That happened often in the dreamworld.
When something changed in the real world, the dreamworld took a moment to reset itself, as if it worked with a slight timelapse.
I had to remind myself that this was a service I was offering.
A luxury, to be precise.
I had found a way to harness the dreamworld, providing solace to those who could afford it.
And in return, they’d compensate me with whatever precious belongings they’d smuggled into or acquired within the prison.
I leaned close, warmth radiating from the alien.
His aroma, which once reminded me of spring, had matured into a heady mix of moss, ripe fruits, and that indefinable exotic note.
The sight of the peaceful alien brought back a rush of memories from our first encounter, and for a moment, I allowed myself to get lost in it.
