The lady believed to hold the Justice card fell silent, and it was Susie who spoke up.
"Your mental state has improved significantly. If you'd like, I can guide you back into the dream to awaken those forgotten memories."
"No problem." Lumian leaned against the sofa and closed his eyes.
Unbeknownst to him, he dozed off. He found himself in Cordu, bathed in sunlight amidst the mountains, surrounded by turquoise alpine pastures. White-gray sheep roamed like clouds, creating a painting-like scene.
The events unfolded like an art exhibition. Lumian alternated between experiencing them firsthand and observing as a bystander, his thoughts deeply immersed in the unfolding drama.
As the events progressed, the weather mirrored Lumian's mood, turning increasingly gray and devoid of sunlight. Occasionally, the fog lifted, revealing an azure sky.
