Tiberius’ pov.

Silence wrapped around me like a second skin as I descended deeper into the dreamscape. My breath slowed, my heart calm yet heavy, and I knew I had crossed the threshold. This was no ordinary dream. It was her mind—Freya's. Or what remained of it.

The world around me flickered. Shadows stretched and curled along the edges of a shifting forest, glowing with an otherworldly pulse. The trees whispered my name in voices not their own. This was not a place of peace; ...