Dreaming

Chapter 1: Exaggerated stories?

In the fading light of, where shadows twisted like forgotten memories, an old tower stood, leaning as if caught in an eternal dance with the wind. It was a place where time lost its meaning, and echoes of laughter floated through the air like wisps of fog. They said it belonged to Lysandra, who vanished without a trace, leaving behind a door that whispered secrets only to the brave or the foolish.

I, Marliene wandered through the grove, my footsteps muffled by the soft carpet of moss, each step pulling me deeper into a dream that felt both familiar and unsettling. The trees were alive, their bark etched with swirling symbols that glowed faintly, pulsating in a rhythm that matched every heartbeat. Were those eyes peering back at her? I blinked, and the shadows shifted, revealing glimpses of dark shapes in the moonlit setting.

Tonight, the Harvest Moon hung low and heavy in the sky, spilling silver light over everything, weaving reality and fantasy into a tangled tapestry. Elara felt a tug, as if the very ground beneath her was calling her closer, drawing her toward the tower with a promise she couldn't quite grasp. The air crackled with electricity, a sensation that made her skin prickle.

I hesitate, feeling the weight of countless stories pressing down. Why did the villagers speak in hushed tones about the tower? What lay beyond that door, hidden in the shadows? As I pondered, the wind carried a sound—a soft, melodic chime that echoed like a distant memory, weaving through my thoughts.

Then, just like that, the door creaked open, revealing darkness that seemed to breathe and shift. It felt like an invitation wrapped in caution, a space where dreams twisted into reality and logic unraveled like thread.

Summoning as much bravery as I could I took a breath, stepping forward, heart racing with questions that swirled around her like autumn leaves. Was I ready to chase the echoes of a truth that might elude my grasp? Or would I find myself lost in a maze of wonders that defied all sense? The tower loomed, a sentinel of forgotten secrets, waiting to reveal its mysteries—or to keep them hidden forever. I was done playing safe it's time to take risks and break the rules that's what they were made for anyway though, right? I don't want to lead my life living in my parent's footsteps they've crushed every dream; every hope and I'm done with that life.