The Chosen One

Who are you !

I didn't know when it started, or how. But one night, as I closed my eyes and fell asleep, I found myself in a place I'd never seen before, under an unfamiliar sky shimmering with stars I'd never seen before, drawing patterns I couldn't explain, as if whispering to me secrets I'd once forgotten.

There he was... Silos...

He didn't need to name himself; I knew him. I didn't need to justify his existence; I felt he'd always been here, waiting for me.

Our dreams intertwined like threads of fate, intertwining without warning, without any logic my mind could comprehend. His world wasn't like mine, and my world wasn't like his, yet when we met in a dream, it seemed as if the entire universe had folded the distances to bring us together.

I lived in a city dominated by noise, amidst walls accustomed to silence, and in the heart of a conservative family that set boundaries for my world.  The dream was my only window to freedom, to the boundless expanse I found with him. I was afraid to wake up, to lose this magical connection I didn't understand, but which offered me something I'd never experienced before.

"You can't stay here forever," he said once, as we stood on the edge of a cliff overlooking a sea I'd never seen before. It was a mixture of blue and silver, as if the moon had melted its light into it.

"And you can't come to me," I whispered, contemplating his features, which seemed to be part of this dream, as beautiful as they were unattainable.

He shook his head with a smile, that smile that carried a thousand meanings, a thousand feelings I couldn't name.

"But we meet here, and that's enough, isn't it?"

I didn't know the answer. Was it enough?

Nights passed, dreams followed one another, and whenever I closed my eyes, I found myself in his world, running through forests of light, or flying above seas of clouds. We didn't ask why, we didn't search for an answer, perhaps because we were afraid to find one.

But I knew one thing: I no longer wanted a world without our shared dreams, without this bond that bound us together despite the impossibility of truly being together.

Dreaming was our only reality, and it was enough for me... or so I thought...

Something changed...

In the following days,

I noticed something strange... Although I still couldn't enter Silos's world, I began to feel him closer than ever. My visions of him were no longer limited to dreams; sometimes his voice would ring in my ears while I was awake, as if he were trying to breach the barrier separating our worlds. His voice wasn't always clear; sometimes it was just scattered whispers, and other times I could hear my name clearly, as if someone was calling me from afar.

One night, I found myself in a completely different dream… I was in a palace lit by thousands of candles, the air fragrant with jasmine, and soft melodies permeated my heart. The place held a strange warmth, like a memory of a life I hadn't lived, yet inexplicably familiar.

I stood there, wearing a silk dress the color of the dawn sky, and I heard familiar footsteps behind me. I turned slowly, and there was Silos, dressed in an elegant black suit, his eyes holding a different glow… a warm, soft glow, like the warmth of home after a long, tiring day.

"Finally, a moment without pain or danger…" he said in a low voice, extending his hand to me.

I had never felt such peace before, as if we were neither the leader of an underworld nor a girl trapped between dream and reality, but two souls meeting far from everything. We danced slowly, without music, only the sounds of our heartbeats in harmony.  I felt his warm breath close, and he whispered, "Don't you wish this wasn't just a dream?"

I smiled and replied, "But it's the most beautiful dream I've ever had..."

At that moment, I wished time would stop, that this dream would stretch on forever. But deep down, I knew... something was changing. The dream wasn't just a dream anymore, and the boundaries between our worlds weren't as clear as they had been.

For the first time, I wasn't afraid to wake up... because I knew that Silos would, somehow, always be there, in my world, even if only as a fleeting voice in my mind.

In the days since our last meeting, I've felt something strange creeping into my life, creeping into my days like a shadow I can't see, but always there... watching, silently accompanying me.

I no longer only dreamed of Silos; I'd begun to feel him while I was awake. At first, it was subtle, just a fleeting sensation as if someone were watching me when I was alone, or a strange warmth surrounding me even when it was cold. Then it developed.

One night, after a long day, I lay down on the bed and closed my eyes, but I didn't fall asleep immediately. I felt a light breeze pass through the room, even though the windows were closed.

Then... I heard him.

"I'm here."