There she was again—the woman with flowing violet hair and radiant golden eyes—barefoot at the edge of the serene lake. Her white robes fluttered gently in the breeze, the fabric dancing like whispers in the wind. Her gaze met Luca's—not with judgment, but with quiet understanding, as though she saw through every storm in his heart and accepted them all.
Luca approached silently and sat by the shore, the soft grass damp beneath his palms. The woman joined him, gracefully folding her legs as she settled beside him.
"Sorry," Luca began, his voice low, "it seems like I only seek you out when I'm troubled."
She smiled, a soft curve of her lips illuminated by the golden hue of the dreamscape. "Well, wasn't that the point of our first meeting?" she said lightly. "Besides… I have good news for you today."
Luca blinked in surprise. "Good news?"
She nodded, her eyes twinkling. "Remember I told you I'd try to look into that name—Raymond? From my books?"
