Bab 1069: The Lucid Dream

In the silent echo of a dream, I watched as the scenes of a life that resembled my own unfolded.

I was a silent observer, a captive audience to a drama of magic and ambition.

The boy in my dream bore a striking resemblance to me in my youth, but the more I watched his life play out, the clearer the truth became.

He had brown hair, and his eyes were deep amber, though filled with the same childlike wonder I had.

His words echoed around me, a mantra I felt in the very marrow of my bones.

"I love Magic!"

His voice was vibrant and brimming with childlike wonder, the kind that only comes with the boundless curiosity of youth.

His words resonated with the parts of me that were still innocent and untouched by the world.

A familiar desire ignited within me, a thirst for knowledge and power, a deep-seated need to grasp the intricacies of magic.

... It reminded me of my own past.