Chapter 1008

Gradually, Hazel drifted off to sleep. In her dreams, she wore a white princess dress as she ran joyfully across a lush green field. In her hand was a colorful pinwheel that was spinning in the gentle breeze. Behind her, she could hear Elizabeth's tender voice calling out, "Hazel, slow down! Be careful not to fall." Ahead of her was a younger version of Oliver. Back then, he had a kind expression, free of the cold, stern features and sharp intensity that now made her uneasy. She finally ran up to him. Oliver scooped her up effortlessly, his warm smile lighting up his face as he asked gently, "Do you want me to make you a paper plane? I'll fold one for you again." Suddenly, the dream turned dark. The comforting presence of her brother vanished, and when she turned around, her parents were gone too. A glassy surface replaced the soft grass beneath her feet, and below it, an endless abyss loomed. Panic set in as a swirling mist of darkness engulfed Hazel. In the dream, Hazel began