As Alex stared at the child, something tugged at the edges of his memory. The boy's gaze was calm yet piercing, as though he carried a wisdom far beyond his years. Slowly, the child stepped forward, his small frame barely disturbing the mist that swirled around them.
"Alex…" the boy's voice was soft but clear. "Do you know who I am?"
Alex frowned, studying the child more closely. His instincts as a hero told him this was no ordinary dream. There was something deeper, something powerful lurking behind the boy's innocent appearance.
"I don't," Alex replied cautiously, "but you feel... familiar."
The child smiled, a gentle and knowing expression crossing his face. "I'm Hila. Or at least, I was." He gestured to himself, looking down at his tiny form. "I've been reborn in another world. A world without magic."
Alex's initial smile faded into surprise. "Hila… reborn?" His mind raced. "Can you tell me what year it is there? And what country you're in?"
