Within a vast chamber, on an Alaskan king-sized bed, a boy lay sleeping peacefully as though the entire world beyond those walls held no weight upon him. Through the tall windows at the side of the room, rays of the early morning sun filtered in, spilling across the floorboards and curtains. The golden light washed away the darkness that had once held dominion over the room, illuminating everything with gentle brilliance. The atmosphere carried an air of serenity, as if time itself had slowed to preserve the tranquility of the moment.
[Ding]
[Host, wake up. It's already eight o'clock]
The crisp voice of Asher's personal alarm system echoed inside his mind, dragging his consciousness away from the dreamscape and back into the land of the living.
