Fais de Beaux Rêves | Markmin

1 - Merely Dreaming

Alone at the edge of a universe

humming a tune,

for merely dreaming we were snow.

A siren sounds

like the goddess who promises endless apologies of paradise,

and only she can make it right.

So things are different tonight,

We'll go together

in flight.

- Dream Sweet in Sea Major

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Jaemin stood in the center of a large mall. It was empty, just as it always was.

He sat on the edge of a circular fountain which stretched upwards for forever, at least as far as Jaemin could see but he rarely questioned anything. The tan stone curled and climbed up and he tilted his head backwards, staring into space -- the dark, star-filled, oxygen-less area that continued on endlessly save for the several large universes it held.

The stores around him were filled with varying things, and the escalators in front of him took him to either the ground floor, or the second floor -- for he was on the first by careful deduction.

"What varying things?" one might ask to the boy, young with ageless features no matter how many years passed. He would simply adjust his button-up and smooth out his slacks, always concerned with how he looked but never vainly. He would then adjust his glasses and smile softly, looking upon you with a soft and warm gaze.

"It's a secret," the boy would whisper and then laugh, his eyes closing and crinkling. Then he would stretch out his hand and one would take it, letting the charming young man lead them through the large, empty, and vacant mall.

There you would gaze in wonder, flora and fauna wild and free to climb and race over the railings and steps and other varying structures. Sometimes you might be lucky enough to catch sight of the Whale swimming through space above you, Jaemin quick to comment how rare it was that the creature passed over the mall.

The guide would then ask if any of the stores called to you -- caught your eye might be a better choice of phrasing. If you did point one out, if it glimmered and you felt an unexplainable pull to it, you would cast a finger towards it and he would nod, saying that he knew you would point to that one. Because Jaemin always knew which store you wanted to go in.

You would then walk over to that store. Next, as you stood in the doorway looking at the store, you would feel a rush of emotion. Love. Sadness. Despair. Nervousness. Excitement. It always varied and Jaemin would always ask.

If a positive emotion, he would bid you a good day, a wonderful journey, and wish you the best of luck. For what, a person never knew, but did not bother to ask as they stepped in the enticing store. One never questioned a good surprise.

If a negative, he would stand with you for a while. He would hold your hand and rub his thumb back and forth and smile softly at you as you tried to make sense of the feelings that you were feeling. He would explain to you that even if it was tough, you were strong enough to deal with what the store had stocked for you. It was made for you, he would say, and smile knowingly. If it was hard to step into the premises, the person would then be comforted by the fact that you would be back at the mall in no time, and Jaemin would be waiting there for you.

Of course the person always entered the shop that had intrigued them, and Jaemin would be standing alone in the mall again. A bit bitter sweetly for once you entered the store, you would never remember the mall, or him for that matter.

He always remembered you though — your spirit that is.

For this was the cycle; Jaemin was just the person who helped along the process.

He would then wander around a bit more, a watch ticking away on his wrist until his next visitor popped in and he would hurry over to where they had appeared. Sometimes he had to jog a little if he found himself on the opposite side of the mall. And thus his cycle continued, and the rest of the cycle of life and adventure continued, and thus the universe as it existed would continue on.

Jaemin never ran into problems. Not once.

Until he met a young boy that looked of his age, if not a bit older in appearance.

One who felt familiar with the mall.

One who remembered him.
Or rather, his name.

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A/N: wah haaaaaa welcome to my story! Thank you for coming and I hope you enjoy! The chapters will be short but for that I might update more often. Who knows.

- Hannah