In my dream, I found myself enveloped in a dimly lit space, the air thick and suffocating, making each breath feel like a monumental effort. The overwhelming darkness pressed down on me, and frustration bubbled within, igniting a sense of panic that clawed at my chest. My heart raced as tears welled up behind my tightly shut eyelids, and silent cries escaped my lips, an expression of helplessness that consumed me.

As I fought against the oppressive heaviness, a warm presence began to draw near. Though I couldn't see their face, an undeniable comfort emanated from this figure, wrapping around me like a soft blanket on a cold night. I instinctively clung to the hope that this mysterious being would somehow provide the solace I so desperately craved in that disorienting moment.

In my heart, I felt a release, as if I was unburdening myself to someone who understood my struggles without needing to see my pain. I’ve always found it difficult to cry in front of others, to unveil the heavy load I carry inside, but here, in this dream, the anonymity of this figure felt safe. It was a sanctuary, a chance to let go of my pain without the fear of judgment.