Woozi keeps dreaming about a mysterious stranger and one day meets him in real life.
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Woozi's dreams were always vivid.
Some nights he'd find himself walking through fields of golden grass; other nights, under the glow of countless stars, he'd hear a soft voice calling his name.
Recently, though, his dreams had shifted.
They centered around a man with piercing eyes and an enigmatic presence, a stranger who seemed to know him better than anyone in his waking life.
It was always the same.
Woozi would be standing on the edge of something vast; a cliff overlooking an endless ocean, the precipice of a towering mountain, or the threshold of a door that opened into blinding light.
The man would be there, his expression serene yet unreadable.
He never said much, just fragments of sentences, words that felt important but never lingered in Woozi's memory when he woke up.
"You'll understand soon."
The man had said in last night's dream, his voice soft but commanding. Woozi woke up with his heart racing, the words echoing in his ears as though they were a prophecy.
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That morning, the world felt different.
The chill in the autumn air seemed sharper, the sky brighter.
Woozi tried to shake the lingering unease the dream had left him with as he settled into the recording studio.
Music was his solace, the one place where he could lose himself entirely.
But even the soothing chords of the piano couldn't keep his mind from wandering.
His fingers hesitated on the keys, replaying the haunting image of the man's gaze.
He sighed, leaning back in his chair.
"Get a grip, Jihoon. It's just a dream."
A knock at the studio door startled him. He glanced at the clock.
