In the twilight realm where dreams weave their spell, I found myself enveloped in the somber embrace of a half-year-old boy's wails. The sound, raw and unfiltered, pierced through the fabric of my slumber, leaving an indelible mark on my consciousness. As...

In the vast expanse of the subconscious mind, dreams often weave fantastical tapestries that transport us to places we've never been. For some, this journey takes them to the hallowed halls of a biology classroom, a place where the secrets of life are unv...