The moon hung low in the sky, casting a silvery glow over the city. Caio and Bibi had been separated by fate—two souls entangled in the tumultuous world of "A Força do Querer." But their dreams bridged the gap, weaving a fragile connection.
Caio lay in his bed, the sheets cool against his skin. The scent of jasmine lingered—a memory of Bibi's perfume. They had danced on the edge of passion, their love forbidden by circumstance. But in the quiet of night, their souls met.
"Bibi," Caio whispered, his eyes closed. *"Are you there?"
And then, he felt her—a warmth, an echo. Bibi's voice brushed against his consciousness. "Caio," she said, *"I dream of you too."
Their dreams were a sanctuary—a place where the past didn't matter, where the feud between their families dissolved. They walked hand in hand through sun-kissed vineyards, their laughter echoing.
"Caio," Bibi murmured, *"why did we let them tear us apart?"
He traced her cheek, the dreamworld fragile. "Because love isn't always enough," he replied. *"But maybe, in our dreams, we can rewrite our story."
And so, they met—their souls entwined, their hearts heavy. Caio and Bibi—their love a secret whispered across the night.
"Bibi," Caio said, *"let's keep dreaming. Maybe, just maybe, our dreams can become reality."
And as the moon dipped lower, their dreams merged—a promise of forever, of echoes that would resonate through time.
