Another morning dawned, bringing with it a serene yet profound sense of anticipation.
Elias found himself alone on a quaint garden bench, his gaze lost in the mesmerizing sea of flowers that stretched before him.
Yet, despite the tranquility of his surroundings, his mind was anything but calm.
It was a tumultuous storm of thoughts, a whirlwind trying desperately to piece together the jigsaw of memories from his dreams.
These dreams, more frequent and vivid than any he had encountered in his lifetime, were a tapestry of surreal cityscapes, enigmatic schools, peculiar cases, and a stern police chief, all woven together by the presence of a blue-eyed little girl.
They felt so incredibly real, almost tangible, as if he had lived through them in another life.
These fantastical experiences stood in stark contrast to his tranquil existence in the countryside, a life of simple pleasures and peaceful routines.
