That night, as Sovann lay wrapped in blankets, his fever softened by Elira's healing tea, the world around him began to blur and shift.
He found himself standing in a place both strange and familiar — a vast meadow under a twilight sky filled with shimmering stars.
Elira was there beside him, her silver hair glowing softly, her violet eyes calm and warm.
They walked slowly through the tall grass, the air fragrant with wildflowers.
She reached out, brushing a strand of hair from his face. "Here… no pain. Only peace."
Sovann smiled, feeling a deep calm settle over him. "It's beautiful."
She took his hand gently. "This place… between worlds. Where our hearts meet."
He squeezed her hand, the feeling of her warmth grounding him. In that quiet dreamscape, words were unnecessary — their connection was understood in every glance, every breath.
When morning light finally touched his eyes, Sovann woke with a renewed strength—and a heart fuller than before.
Elira sat nearby, watching him with a smile that said everything.