Othello stood amidst a sea of waltzing shadows, the echo of a forgotten melody haunting the air. There, in the gentle swirl of dream and memory, Seraphina glided toward him, a vision of ethereal beauty veiled in the quiet stillness of their once-shared love. Her gaze, tender and sad, pierced the armor he didn't know he wore.
In the dream, they danced, a delicate balance of longing and regret. T...