There is a tale about a celestial being called The Dreamweaver. She weaves the dreams of all adolescence, adults, and seniors, with the manipulation of her own two pale hands, which are said to hold all imagination of the beings on Earth. What will happen when her weaving goes haywire and messes with the dream realm? Will she have dreams of her own, stuck in her reality and dreams? Or will she be able to escape? --- This is my original story, please don't steal, copy, repost, etc etc. It is inspired, please if you want to use my idea, ask for permission. Original characters/plot are all mine, don't steal, please. Enjoy the story