Sounds of clashing steel. Everything was blurry. Powerful noises and movements barely visible through the opacity of this vision. Gradually, the image became clearer, revealing sharper details. Two figures could now be distinguished: one seemed to be a knight, dressed in simple, lightweight armor, fighting against another person who wore no protection but had perfectly articulated iron gauntlets, likely weighing several dozen kilos, yet wielded them in the air with an ease that was hard to imagine.
They were fighting, and neither seemed to have the upper hand.
Possibly friends quarreling over a trivial matter, he thought, not even considering how strange it was that they were fighting in such odd costumes. This was happening in the exact same place where he had seen the girl. What strange dreams he was having… Was he going mad?
He decided to look at the place from which he had been watching in his dreams: the "Children's Tree." And he saw that the hole was closed!
Tomorrow, at one o'clock, he would see if what he suspected was true.
Nothing this crazy could possibly exist… could it?