RebornInk
I want to create this story from my imagination because no one could ever have a life like this. So, I'm making it up in this book.
Every night, I dream of different spaces and times, imagining a life beyond reality. In these dreams, I find myself lost in unfamiliar worlds, surrounded by people I know, yet they are nothing like the ones I remember. Even I am not myself.
I believe:
"The only way to discover the limits of the possible is to go beyond them into the impossible."
One night, I was in a different space. I tried to wake up, but I couldn't. Everything felt real, yet eerily distorted. I recognized faces from my life, but their personalities had shifted into something unrecognizable. And me? I wasn't even sure who I was.
When I finally woke up, the memories of that world faded within minutes. But the lingering feeling remained-the unsettling thought that I wasn't just dreaming. What if I was slipping between realities? What if the lines between my dreams and the real world were beginning to blur?