บท 51: Nightmare

 I was standing in the courtyard, the sky an ominous shade of red. In the center of the courtyard stood Elara, but something was terribly wrong. Her eyes, normally so full of life and warmth, were cold and unfeeling. In her hand, she held a dagger, its blade gleaming menacingly in the eerie light.

"Elara, what are you doing?" I called out, my voice echoing through the silence.

She didn't respond. Instead, she raised the dagger, her movements slow and deliberate. My heart pounded in my chest as I realized she was walking towards me, her expression blank and devoid of any recognition.

"Elara, stop! Please!" I pleaded, but she kept advancing, her grip on the dagger tightening.

Just as she reached me, she plunged the dagger into my chest. The pain was excruciating, and I felt my life draining away. As I collapsed to the ground, I looked up at her, searching for any sign of the woman I loved. But all I saw was emptiness.