Chapter 134

　　Fern's Perspective 　　The night hung like an invisible curtain, shrouding the forest in mysterious darkness. Moonlight spilled through the gaps in the treetops, casting dappled light and shadows on the wet ground. My heartbeat reverberated clearly in the silent night, and my hands trembled slightly. 　　At that moment, I was delving deep into Giovanni's consciousness, trying to find him in this chaotic inner world. 　　"Giovanni, I'm here," I called out. My voice echoed in the darkness, like a distant call. 　　Suddenly, a soft moan broke the silence, and I followed the sound. The sight that greeted me froze me in my tracks - a lone figure huddled beside a rock in an empty wasteland, his back appearing particularly forlorn. 　　His body seemed to be wracked with endless pain and exhaustion, his hair draped over his shoulders, reflecting his fragility and helplessness. 　　As I approached, I witnessed a scene that broke my heart. A small boy huddled under a dead tree, his back lonely and still.