Prologue

30 2 1
                                    

Handong and Yoohyeon were sisters, born just six years apart. From the moment they came into the world, their bond was unbreakable. They were inseparable, sharing secrets, dreams, and fears as they navigated the twists and turns of life together.

Their humble home nestled amidst a picturesque countryside, where fields of wildflowers danced in the gentle breeze, and the distant mountains stood tall like ancient guardians. Handong possessed a quiet strength, her deep black eyes reflecting her empathetic soul. Yoohyeon, on the other hand, was fearless and fiery, with flowing hair framing her mischievous smile that could light up even the darkest room.

One fateful night, as the moon hung low in the velvety sky, Yoohyeon disappeared. Handong had always known her sister's fear of being alone in unknown places would come to haunt them one day. It was a fear that seemed to consume every fiber of their beings, intertwining their lives like the threads of a tapestry. And now, as the moon's silvery glow cast an ethereal light upon their home, Handong felt that fear grip her heart with icy fingers.

Without a second thought, Handong sprung into action. She searched every nook and cranny of their cozy cottage, her heart pounding in her chest like a drum. But there was no sign of Yoohyeon. Panic started to bubble within her, threatening to spill over and drown her in its depths.

With trembling hands, she reached for the old family book passed down through generations. It was said to hold the key to unraveling mysteries that plagued their bloodline. As Handong flipped through its pages, she stumbled upon an ancient legend—a tale of a hidden realm known mostly as the dream world.

According to the legend, the dream world was a wonderland where everything felt unreal with soft clouds everywhere and tall forests that shimmered with magic. It was a realm that existed parallel to the waking world, accessible only through dreams. Handong's heart skipped a beat as she read on, her eyes devouring each word.

The legend spoke of a forgotten door, concealed within the very fabric of their world. It was said that this door served as the gateway between the dream world and reality, allowing passage for those who dared to venture into the unknown. Only those who possessed a pure heart and unwavering determination could find this door and bring back their loved ones trapped within.

She could almost hear her sister's voice in her head. "Good night, Handong..."

Welcome to my Dream World || (deukae)Where stories live. Discover now