The day the necklace glowed after meeting Julien…

Ghislain had a dream. It was the first in a very long time.

"…You understand, don’t you?"

A voice whispered softly, tickling his ears.

The dreamscape was hazy and unstable. Ghislain could barely make out indistinct figures moving in front of him.

The shapes seemed busy, engaged in tasks he couldn’t decipher. Ghislain observed them silently, like a detached bystander.

Yet everything was so vague that he couldn’t identify who they were or what they were doing.

In the gray-tinted world, the only thing he could discern was fleeting, blurry movements passing …