Part 4: What Was Entrusted to Me
At that moment, for some reason, I felt tears welling up.
I couldn’t say that his choice was right.
But neither could I say it was entirely evil.
“Why did you show me this dream?”
I asked him, my voice shaking slightly.
He handed me a single sheet of paper.
On it, just one word was written.
“The One Who Knows the Truth.”
“You’re not just a dreamer. You can see it. The future, the past. And the ‘turning points’ too.”
His gaze locked with mine, unwavering.
The meaning behind those words.
What is it that I can do—
I still don’t know for sure.
But I felt it.
The story is far from over.
In fact, it might just be starting now.
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