Third Person's POV
The young lad lay in his bed, the moonlight casting a gentle glow through the large windows of his chamber. The tranquility of the night did little to ease his mind, which was still buzzing with thoughts of his father's command to rest. He closed his eyes, willing sleep to come, but his mind refused to quiet.
Suddenly, a strange sensation washed over him—a feeling of being pulled into a long-forgotten memory. His body relaxed as he drifted into a deep sleep, the world around him fading away.
The young lad found himself in a place of warmth and light, unlike any he had known in recent years. He was an infant, barely able to comprehend the world around him. The sensation of being held, cradled gently, filled him with a sense of security and love.
Looking up, his infant's eyes focused on a face above him filled with joy and tenderness. It was Alex, looking down at him with a smile that radiated pure happiness.