My Baby Daddy Isn't Human-Chapter 202: Vision of the Unknown

A soft breeze whispered through the air. It was warm—comforting, even—as it caressed Raelynn’s skin like a gentle touch.

Her bare feet pressed into something smooth and cool. Not grass, not stone—something in between. The ground beneath her shimmered like polished glass, reflecting the golden light that poured down from an endless twilight sky.

She inhaled deeply.

The air smelled faintly of flowers, though she couldn’t see any. There was a strange, almost dreamlike quality to this place, as if it were untouched by time. The horizon stretched far beyond what her eyes could reach, bathed in hues of violet, gold, and deep indigo, blending seamlessly into one another. It was breathtaking.

Yet, despite the beauty around her, a strange emptiness settled in her chest.

She was alone.

Raelynn turned in slow circles, scanning her surroundings. The space felt vast, endless, yet oddly confined at the same time. There were no landmarks, no buildings—nothing but the golden-lit expanse stretching as far as she could see.

"Where… am I?"

Her voice echoed, soft and distant.

No one answered.

Something about this place felt familiar, yet unfamiliar at the same time. Had she been here before? She wasn’t sure. The more she thought about it, the more the details of this world seemed to slip through her fingers, like trying to grasp water.

A soft glow caught her attention.

She looked down, realizing that her necklace—the delicate silver pendant resting against her collarbone—was glowing. A faint, pulsing light radiated from it, warm against her skin, as if responding to something unseen.

A strange feeling stirred inside her.

And then—

She saw him.

Raelynn’s breath caught in her throat.

A figure stood in the distance, tall and unmoving.

She didn’t have to see his face to recognize him.

Elion.

Her heart pounded.

His dark form contrasted sharply against the ethereal glow of this world. The long coat he wore shifted gently with the unseen breeze, his broad shoulders squared, his posture tense yet composed. He wasn’t facing her.

But he wasn’t alone.

He was holding something.

No—someone.

A child.

Raelynn’s stomach clenched.

"Elion?" she called out.

Her voice barely carried through the open air, yet it felt deafening in the silence.

Elion didn’t move.

"Elion!" she tried again, louder this time.

Still, he stood there, unmoving, as if he hadn’t heard her at all.

Raelynn’s feet moved on their own, stepping forward across the glassy surface. It was as if something pulled her, a force she didn’t understand urging her toward him.

But the more she walked, the farther away he seemed.

"Elion, wait!" she cried out.

Her pace quickened.

No matter how much she walked, the space between them didn’t lessen.

She could see the child in his arms now—small, fragile—but something was wrong.

Their features were blurred, their presence distorted as if the dream itself refused to let her see them clearly. The more she focused, the more the child’s form wavered, like a flickering candle caught in the wind.

She felt her pulse quicken.

Why couldn’t she see them?

"Elion," her voice trembled, "who is that?"

Silence.

And then, finally—he moved.

Elion turned his head slightly to the side, just enough for her to see the outline of his face.

His expression was unreadable, his eyes hidden in the shadows. But there was something about his posture—tense, guarded—that made her stomach churn.

"Elion," she whispered, stepping closer. "Who is—?"

The child stirred.

Tiny hands grasped at Elion’s coat, a soft giggle breaking through the silence.

A chill ran down Raelynn’s spine.

The laugh was light, delicate—but it sent a strange unease through her.

"Elion."

Her voice was quieter this time.

Something was wrong.

Why wouldn’t he answer? Why was the child’s face hidden?

She took another step—

And then—

Elion finally spoke.

"Raelynn."

His voice was deep, steady, but laced with something unspoken.

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Raelynn swallowed, her fingers clenching into fists.

She tried to move closer again, but—

Her feet froze.

She couldn’t move.

"Elion…" Her voice wavered. "Show me."

He didn’t answer.

Instead, his hold on the child seemed to tighten ever so slightly, his expression unreadable.

And then—

The world shattered.

A deafening crack split the sky above them, like glass breaking apart. The warm golden light that bathed the land erupted into flames, flickering wildly before vanishing into darkness.

The smooth surface beneath her feet rippled like disturbed water, distorting as the very fabric of the dream began to collapse.

Raelynn gasped, staggering backward.

"Elion!"

Her voice barely carried over the roar of the collapsing world.

Wind rushed through the air, carrying whispers she couldn’t understand—soft, distant voices that sent chills racing down her spine.

She could still see him standing there, the child in his arms.

But they were fading.

"No—" Raelynn reached out, desperation clawing at her chest. "Elion!"

But his form blurred, slipping away like sand through her fingers.

And just before everything turned to nothingness—

The child in his arms reached toward her.

Their tiny, blurred hand stretched outward—toward her.

And then—

Darkness.

Raelynn stirred.

Her breathing was slow, steady, her body shifting slightly beneath the soft blankets. A small, content sigh escaped her lips, as if something in the dream had left her with a lingering sense of peace.

She didn’t wake.

But her fingers twitched.

A faint, almost imperceptible smile curled at the corners of her lips, soft and barely there.

Even though her lips curled into a faint smile, a slight frown soon followed.

The last part of the dream wasn’t as pleasant. It left behind a strange feeling—one she couldn’t quite grasp in her unconscious state. It was like the warmth from before had slipped through her fingers, replaced by something colder, heavier.

Raelynn shifted, her body curling slightly as if trying to shake off the unease. Then, with a soft sigh, she turned onto her side, burying half of her face into the pillow.

Her breath evened out again, lost in sleep, but her mouth remained slightly open. A quiet exhale escaped, barely audible in the stillness of the room.

Unseen to her, the necklace resting against her skin pulsed gently, its light flickering once before dimming again.

In the quiet of the room, where shadows danced softly against the walls, the dream had already begun to fade from her memory.

But something lingered.

A presence. A warmth. A whisper she didn’t quite hear.

"Soon."