PREFACE

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So, here I am in the darkness of my room with thunders and lighting shadowing my closed windows.

Don't get me wrong, i really want to open the windows ,as, i love the rain.
Ohh!! Rain!! It's a charm... The smell of the soil after the first rain,the small droplets falling on your face, getting drenched and soiled....mmmm....ahh!!

Yea, I am a Nyctophile and a deep lover of rainy nights.
And...,where should I start!!
I have world of my own,inside my head and i can only get inside when i sleep.

Uh-uh no-no it is not a imagination. The world is real . And it's my job to collect souls and other supernatural's into the Dreamworld,so that they can re-start their lives until they die again and leave this world.
It comes under a condition " These beings should be wandering and are lost,who couldn't leave the world on the time they were allotted." For them their second chance is ,through my dream world.

" For them their second chance is ,through my dream world

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