Dreamweaving Stories

°°° overheard snippets of conversations. crumbs. bits. fragments. slivers of light through cracks. glimpses. flickers. peeks. a foretelling. perhaps. perhaps not. °°° © 2O25

Waking up in a place they call "just a private clinic." I encountered a strange psychic woman who claimed she could read emotions. As I regained consciousness, I felt an inexplicable sense of loss. It wasn't just a vague feeling; it was as if a part of my memories had vanished. All I knew was that I was in the kingdom of Greleste, one of the more peaceful realms amidst the ongoing war between Vertrag and Senf. Greleste was currently focused on avoiding conflict and maintaining its tranquility. Regarding my lost memories, I recalled that I wasn't human but a semi-immortal being from the celestial realms. .....I must be a fallen angel, then.

Have you ever wanted a dream to truly, tangibly come true? What if you heard that it was a possibility? what if there was someone that could so magically make it a reality? Isabella is what they call a Dreamweaver in the land of Dramos. She takes every dream she can and weaves it into a reality for lovers who want it with a burning desire and passion. It sounds like a dream job - literally. However, it comes with its limitations. She can't weave a single dream of her own into reality. It seems all well and good until she meets the elusive Adrian Turner. Will their fates be woven together? or will they be engulfed by a power more annihilating than they ever imagined?