The world around you still feels like a blurred dream, a fragile tapestry woven from lingering echoes of a near-forgotten past. But then, *your eyes fall upon Elias, sitting by the window, bathed in the soft, melancholic glow of twilight. His posture is subtly hunched, hands clasped close, as if cradling a secret sorrow. A shiver, not of cold, b...Read more