Confined within the warm embrace of his mate, Luke drifted into the dreamland
Only, the dream that found him was one he wished had stayed buried.
It showed him a past so distant that, at first, it felt like he was peering into the life of a stranger. A forgotten existence. A previous incarnation.
Then realization struck.
It wasn't someone else's life.
It was his own.
A memory from his past life.
There had been a time when Luke had grown unbearably exhausted with living. The endless family politics, the suffocating expectations, the relentless pressure of work. Every day felt like another weight chained around his neck. He no longer wanted to fight. He no longer wanted to think.
He simply wanted to rest.
To let go.
And it was during one such night, driving aimlessly through empty roads with alcohol clouding his senses, that he stumbled upon a church on the outskirts of town.
