14

"There, there, my dear," he murmured, his voice a soothing melody. "You still have many chapters to write in the book of your life. The pain you carry will transform into strength, and happiness will find its way to your heart."

His words were a comforting embrace, an assurance that even amidst the darkest shadows, there existed a path toward the light. The old man's embrace held a timeless wisdom, a promise that the scars of the past would not define the chapters yet to unfold.

As he continued to stroke my hair, a sense of warmth and security settled around us. "You still have destinies to shape and moments of pure joy awaiting you," he added, his voice carrying a certainty that transcended the boundaries of the present.

In that moment, beneath the moonlit canopy, I found solace in the old man's embrace. His words whispered hope into the corridors of my heart, and the weight of the nightmares began to fade. The gentle caress of his hand was a reminder that, despite the darkness, ther