Holding Hands
In the dream, a woman held his hand tightly, guiding him through the underbrush. Her grip was strong and reassuring—protective in a way that calmed his fear.
Jake tried to look up and see her face, but it was always hidden, shrouded in shadow or turned away. He wanted to ask her who she was—wanted answers—but no words would come.
Still, he felt a deep bond with her. Whoever she was, they were connected.
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