Carmiabell Goldmoon Locks is ensnared by an ancient curse, a dark enchantment threatening to drag her into oblivion. To escape, she must unravel the mystery of the creature that cast it upon her, racing against time as the curse tightens its grip.
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Carmiabell Goldmoon Locks is ensnared by an ancient curse, a dark enchantment threatening to drag her into oblivion. To escape, she must unravel the mystery of the creature that cast it upon her, racing against time as the curse tightens its grip.
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In a world where the colors of dreams shape destinies, Carmiabell's life changes forever when she stumbles upon a cursed black apple.
This dark discovery awakens the sinister presence of the Black Dreamer, twisting her vibrant aspirations into haunting nightmares.
Determined to break free from the curse, Carmiabell must confront her deepest fears and embark on a perilous journey.
With the help of unexpected allies—each with their own unique dreams—she ventures into the treacherous Forgotten Grove, where shadows thrive and despair looms.
Can they uncover the true power of dreams and find the strength to defeat the darkness, or will Carmiabell be lost to the abyss of nightmares forever?
THEME What darkness conceals, only light can spot, maybe it's real, maybe it's not.
PROLOGUE
Take it from me: lying on the ceiling of a plummeting levitating train—yes, you heard me right, a levitating train—while being choked by a vampire you mistakenly thought could be the missing piece of your love quilt is not nearly as charming as it sounds. You’d expect some grand romance, but my luck in finding a proper suitor is about as good as my culinary skills, which usually involve setting more things on fire than I care to admit.
Seriously, what possessed me to trade a glorious three-layered jelly stick for a seat next to this bloodsucker? I must have lost my marbles between the candy jar and my last disastrous dinner party.
Despite my countless warnings that my blood tastes like the bottom of a rat-infested dungeon, he still had the gall to lean in, fangs gleaming like polished silver. And let’s talk about his breath—oh, it was a delightful mix of lavender and something I can only describe as “medieval muck.”
Cut the crap. I'm about to die on my favorite day of the year.
°*° It all started with a black apple and a girl as talkative as a broken music player.
*°* INTRODUCTION °*° In a world where diverse creatures coexist, nature wove a unique correspondence: a dream. As essential as the heart, each creature bore an inconspicuous hue in their eyes, representing a particular dream. Some say these colors dictate the paths one can take in life, imposing restrictions on what they can achieve. Each hue is ranked by its likelihood of overcoming life’s hardships, creating a spectrum of dreams and destinies.
