Typhon was aware he was dreaming. He seemed to be in a room, the bright scenery filling him with a distant, pleasant memory. However, its familiarity was one that also evoked a deep melancholy.
In this space, a voice that sounded like Ophelia called out a name, but he could already tell it wasn't her. Although similar, this voice contained a unique childishness that Ophelia no longer possessed.
Although he could not see the figure, he seemed to look up to her.
Typhon felt the figure reach out and fiercely rub his head, the sensation filling him with inexplicable longing. And then, he was lifted off the ground and smothered in a suffocating embrace amidst his struggle to get free.
But the voice he heard was so warm and pleasant that he soon stopped struggling as the sound of the mellow voice filled him with a deep sadness.