Idrifted into the white void again.
The man from yesterday's dream whom I call Aezren now, came sprinting towards me with an intensity that sent adrenaline coursing through my veins. His face, a mix of urgency and dread, was etched with a fierce determination as he bellowed, "Don't move!" It was as if he were waiting for me for a long time.
"What, are you here to arrest me?" I shot my hands up as I laughed. I felt much calmer.
He sighed and then answered, "No, I am not. I am going to paint you, so don't move." He said in a much softer tone. I froze, looking at him, I could see his face much better now that he was closer, but it still looked blurry. His Golden hair, His smooth, unreal, and almost transparent skin, everything about him seemed so perfect.
"Sure, I guess?" I agreed easily enough. "Don't stay so quiet, sometimes I wonder if your lips are sealed with duct tape."
He looked at me for a while and paused. And then, he moved his fingers around in a weird motion, generating a chair, canvas, brushes, and paints. My eyes widened, and I felt my heartbeat hit the peak for a second.
I quietly went and sat on the chair as he continued to paint something on the canvas. I wondered if I could ask him his name. Would that be okay? Finally, after mustering enough courage, I asked him, "What.. What's your name..?" He looked at me for a second, contemplating whether to tell me or not. This is a damn dream, so can't I atleast get what I want here? Before I could flood myself with thoughts again, he finally answered, "Ren. You can call me Ren."
He painted carelessly, I couldn't see what he was painting, but I understood by his hand movement that he was just putting random strokes of paint. "Don't mind me but... Are you sure it's okay to just... Paint random strokes of paint..?" He eyed me for a second, annoyance flashing through his eyes. "I know what I'm doing," he assured me.
After what felt like hours, he was finally done painting. I walked up to him, my heart beating with anticipation. My pupils dilated. The anticipation came to be replaced by fear and worry. It was the same painting bought by Sebastian Dorne. "Th..This... are you going to name it "The Dawn of the Night" or something like that...?" I asked him, my voice betraying a bit of anxiety.
He flinced in surprise. After steadying himself, he asked me, "Have you learnt to mind-read and/or foresee the future too?" He walked towards me.
"N… No…" I took a step back, my heart racing. The cheerful laughter and lively chatter that had filled the room only moments before evaporated, leaving behind an unsettling silence. A heavy tension settled in the air, wrapping around us like a thick fog, making it hard to breathe. The warmth of the moment was replaced by a chilling dread, and I could feel the weight of every gaze upon me, each one searching for the truth in my eyes, even though this is only a dream and only the 2 of us are here. My dream.
"Wake up." I prayed to myself.
"You can't wake up, So stop trying." He stepped back, noticing my unease. He murmured something to himself, but I couldn't quite hear it. Next thing I knew, I woke up.
*****
I opened my eyes, sweat all over my body. As much as I was scared in my dreams with him, I found a sense of peace in it. An escape from reality. He never spoke much, but his silence screams.
I searched his name up. Again.