89. (JO POV)

(JO POV)

I drifted into sleep almost against my will, my body too drained from the endless vomiting, the shock, the sheer amount of everything that had been thrown at me. My thoughts were a tangled mess of confusion and fear. As soon as I closed my eyes, I was being pulled under, sinking into a deep, strange slumber.

It felt more like an escape than rest.

My dreams were vivid, unusually bright, and calm. It was the kind of calm that felt too perfect to be real. I found myself walking through a meadow, the sunlight warm on my skin, flowers blooming in vibrant colors all around me. It was peaceful... too peaceful. This kind of serenity was rare for me, but there was something comforting about it, like sinking into a memory I didn't know I had.

But as I walked through the meadow, a feeling crept in, a sense that this wasn't just a dream—it was being controlled. The colors, the warmth, the tranquility... it was too deliberate, too tailored to what I needed at that moment. And that's whe