I just really enjoy the game and want the fandom to grow
-Requests are closed!-
And here are some reasons to convince you to read this book!
-These oneshots are gender neutral
-And even though the reader is in them there is no use of Y/n
-I try to...
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In the depths of your slumber, the darkness of your dreams enveloped you like a thick blanket, obscuring your surroundings in a shroud of mystery. Yet amidst the shadows, a faint sound beckoned, drawing you towards its ethereal melody.
At first, it was just a distant hum, like the echo of a forgotten tune drifting through the corridors of your subconscious mind. But as you listened closer, the music grew clearer, weaving its way through the labyrinth of your dreams with haunting beauty.
It was a melody unlike any you had heard before, a symphony of whispers and echoes that seemed to dance on the edge of perception. Each note carried with it a sense of longing, a yearning for something just out of reach, yet tantalizingly close.
As you followed the sound, it led you deeper into the recesses of your dream, through winding passages and shadowed hallways where the darkness seemed to pulse with a life of its own. Yet despite the eerie surroundings, you felt a strange sense of calm wash over you, as if the music itself held the key to unlocking the secrets of your subconscious.
And then, just when you thought you couldn't go any further, you stumbled upon a door bathed in a soft, otherworldly glow. With a hesitant hand, you reached out and pushed it open, revealing a scene that took your breath away.
Before you stood a figure bathed in moonlight, their silhouette illuminated against the backdrop of a starry sky. In their hands, they held a delicate instrument, its strings vibrating with the weight of the music that filled the air.
As the melody swirled around you, wrapping you in its embrace, you felt a sense of peace wash over you, dispelling the darkness that had clouded your dreams. And in that moment, you knew that whatever trials awaited you in the waking world, you would face them with courage and grace, guided by the music of your dreams.
As you traversed the murky depths of your subconscious, the darkness seemed to stretch out endlessly before you, a vast expanse of nothingness punctuated only by the faintest glimmer of distant lights. It was a surreal landscape, where time and space seemed to lose all meaning, and the boundaries between reality and dreams blurred into obscurity.
Amidst the shadowy abyss, the echoes of voices and music reached out to you like threads weaving through the fabric of your consciousness. They were distant and indistinct, like ghosts haunting the edges of your perception, yet their presence was undeniable, pulling at the fringes of your awareness with an eerie insistence.
You strained to make out the words, to decipher the meaning hidden within their cryptic whispers, but they remained just beyond your grasp, teasing you with fragments of half-formed thoughts and elusive melodies. It was as if they were calling out to you from another realm, beckoning you to join them in the liminal space between dreams and reality.
And so you drifted, lost in the labyrinth of your own mind, suspended in the void between waking and sleeping, where time stood still and the boundaries of the possible dissolved into the realm of the fantastical. In this surreal landscape, you were both creator and creation, sculpting the contours of your dreams with the brushstrokes of your imagination, and yet at the mercy of forces beyond your control.
