How often he has longed for time to stand still while sharing wine with friends, nestled in the warmth of his bed, basking in the feeling of being needed. In the profound darkness of night, where dreams and reality intertwine, their consciousnesses merge and dissolve into one another. He feared the formless, unseen spaces that lingered between souls, unable to bridge the chasm between the truths of others and his own reality. In dreams, he discovered fleeting happiness, weaving a convenient myth to avenge the harshness of reality. Retreating into fiction, he deceived himself, distorting the truth. But as dawn broke, he would gaze upon his soiled bed with regret, facing the new day with a bittersweet headache, trudging to work under its lingering spell.