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The only difference was the boy’s skin which had the same luminescent quality as Tix’s, giving him an otherworldly glow.
“Wha… How did you do that?” I stammered, my eyes wide with amazement.
I reached out tentatively, touching his face.
The skin was smooth and cool, and I could feel the underlying structure of Tix.
The appearance was all too familiar.
Tix — looking every bit the boy from my past — grinned. “Like it?”
I laughed, the sound light and carefree. “It’s uncanny!” I clapped my hands in delight, reveling in the strange yet comforting mix of past and present. “You even got his awkward posture right!”
The doppelganger in front of me chuckled, the sound echoing with the dual tones of my teenage crush and the dreamwalker I was growing fond of.
“I must admit,” Tix said, the lilt of his voice blending seamlessly with the memory of the boy’s, “it’s quite fun to see myself through your eyes. Your memories are so vivid, so full of emotion. It’s intoxicating.”
We spent a few more moments in the park, lost in memories and sensations.
The soft chirping of crickets, the distant hum of city life, and the tantalizing rain mingling with the earth all added to the surrealness of the experience.
Finally, with a hint of reluctance, Tix began to shift back, his features melting and reforming until he stood before me in his original form.
His piercing blue eyes met mine, the corners crinkling in amusement.
“In the dreamworld, Grace,” he said, his voice deep and resonant, “many things are possible. And it seems you have yet to explore a great many of them.”
As I looked into those eyes, feeling the weight of that statement and the infinite possibilities it suggested, I realized that our journey together had only just begun.
5
TIX
The moment my eyes opened, I was greeted by the stark, sterile environment of Ikmal.
It was a cruel juxtaposition to the rich tapestry of the dreamworld, a place where our minds, intertwined and liberated, had been just moments before.
I turned to face her, my fingers brushing against the soft curve of her cheek.
The sensation was electric, igniting a warmth that rapidly spread throughout my body.
In the dreamworld, our experiences together were intangible, ethereal.
Here, in the physical realm of Ikmal, the palpable reality of our union resonated with a primal intensity.
Grace’s eyelids fluttered open, revealing the deep pools of her gaze.
A soft smile played on her lips, and she moved closer, wrapping her arms around my neck.
The sensation of her soft skin against mine, the sound of her steady breathing.
It was all heady, intoxicating.
“Good morning,” she whispered, her voice filled with warmth and a touch of mischief.
The subtle aroma of her hair flooded my senses as I inhaled deeply. “It is,” I agreed, pulling her even closer.
Our bodies moved together in a dance as old as time, a symphony of shared passion and desire.
