Chapter Twenty: Future of Love

She was dreaming tonight, and it is a very frightening dream. She was seeing a lot of strange creatures, mostly mythical in nature that is usually foretold in a commercial fiction of fantasy.

The visions came to her like flashes of light, abrupt and erratic, yet visually clear. It was a perilous sight to behold, one that evokes an extreme level of fear. Everything in that place suddenly becomes very chilling.

She was speaking to someone. Also, in the same dream, she was only a voice in a sea of scary creatures inside the worlds of threatening terrains and environmental hazards in the form of unbelievable "spatial threats."

"Where am I?" she heard herself speak.

"Right here. With me."

"Then who are you?"

"Someone you know from the past."

"From the past? I do not understand."

"You do not need to understand everything right now. All I know is that I was rescuing you. It was crazy I know, but I need you with me."

"Rescue me from what?"

"From death."

"Nobody can escape death. It will happen in time. Time is both a healer and a killer."

"Then I am choosing to heal you. Because I cannot accept death."

"Then why are you rescuing me now? Am I dead? You are starting to alarm me."

"I will not let them kill you."

"Why are you certain that I am going to be killed?"

"Because I saw it."

"Where?"

"In the future. They betrayed me, like everyone else involved in this mess."

"Are you in the future now?"

"Yes."

"How is that possible?"

"Time."

"What time?"

"I am going to heal you, don't you worry. Time is better as a healer, just like what you have said earlier."

"I still do not understand."

"I am here, and you are safe. I wanted to talk to you."

"How?"

"Through these creatures. It creates an imaginary bridge that allows me to access your dreams."

"Is that even possible? I am getting scared now."

"Don't be."

"Why?"

"Because I am here. Nobody can hurt you anymore."

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