Grief is cruel. Some cry until their throats run dry, Some drink until their bodies give out, Some forget until their minds go silent. Some, dream. One night, Fuyuhiko finds her, in a crimson dreamscape beneath endless snow. The woman he loves, the one he lost, connected to him by a thin red string. He can't leave her - not again. So, he sleeps. More and more, and more - because to Fuyuhiko, this isn't a dream. It's something else. Something he can't quite name yet. His friends watch him fade, helpless. Trying to pull him back is like holding water with open hands. ...Grief is cruel. Some blur the line between fantasy and reality, Some claw through their own skin for a chance to see the one they love. And some dream... Until they never wake again. THIS BOOK IS COMPLETE - UPDATES POSTED DAILY Started: 25/07/25 Finished: 12/08/25