บท 94: Weird dream

As I stood alone in the park, the cool night air enveloped me, sending a shiver down my spine. The park was a canvas of shadows, painted by the faint glow of the moon peeking through the restless clouds.

Despite the darkness that surrounded me, I felt a sense of calm wash over me, the gentle rustle of leaves and the distant hum of the city lulling me into a peaceful trance. The park bench was cold and unwelcoming, but it was my sanctuary from the chaos of my daily life. I closed my eyes, letting the serenity of the night seep into my bones.

It was here, in this slice of urban nature, that I could find a moment's peace, a brief respite from the relentless pace of the world. But then, in the distance, a flicker of movement caught my eye.