Prologue

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Moonlight spilled through Lumi Aethelred's attic window, casting silver across the dusty floorboards. The air hummed with an energy far greater than a mere moonbeam could muster. Lumi, sprawled on her threadbare rug, felt it prickle against her skin. She wasn't asleep, not even close.

Her eyes scanned the intricate symbols etched on the worn leather journal in her hands, relics passed down through generations of dreamwalkers. Tonight, the symbols seemed to writhe, whispering promises and warnings in a language older than words.

Suddenly, a low tremor shook the room. Books tumbled from shelves, the floorboards vibrated beneath her. Her heart hammered against her ribs. This wasn't an earthquake, it was something else entirely. Then, with a crack like thunder, a shimmering portal materialized in the corner, its edges woven from stardust and moonlight.

Lumi's breath hitched. The legends were true. The portal to the dreamscape, a realm whispered of in hushed tones and ancient texts, had opened before her. A shiver of fear danced down her spine, laced with an intoxicating thrill. For as long as she could remember, Lumi had craved adventure, a chance to escape the stifling predictability of her life. And now, the impossible lay before her, an invitation she couldn't ignore.

Across town, under the same moonlit sky, Harper Mistvale perched on the rooftop of a towering building, his cloak swirling around him like a phantom's shroud. He watched the city slumber below, its dreams bleeding into the night air like smoke. His lips twisted in a sardonic smile. Tonight, his harvest would be bountiful.

With a flick of his wrist, he sent tendrils of dark energy snaking into open windows, siphoning dreams from unsuspecting minds. He needed them, their joy, their euphoria, to fuel a different kind of dream entirely. A dream where his sister wouldn't be trapped in a perpetual nightmare, her screams echoing in his own mind.

Two souls, bound by unseen threads, drawn towards a world where dreams are currency and reality itself is malleable. Their paths were destined to collide, the fate of the dreamscape hanging in the balance. But for now, they each pursued their own agendas, unaware of the storm brewing in the heart of their dreams.

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