The World of Fantasy:
The darkness rise as the light of the worlds vanished. The Gods who will rise from their ashes, break the chains, turn the hall of prisons into their own chamber, as they bring havoc and destruction to Fantasy.
The Gods left their people and homeland, silence for the mean time then, came back when the chosen ones descend and the prophecy appears.
As the their chosen descendants born, they guide them to be good, strong, and brave to have the right to their respected thrones. The Minor Gods.
The Supreme Gods seen everything from the beginning but they just let them, let their companions defeat the evilness of the world.
Not until the descendants, the direct descendants and very own creation of evilness born and set foot to their land.
"Midaeh.. Fantasy.. Worlds.. Gods.. My Children.."
A Primordial being with purple color in his left eye and amber in his right staring at them while smirking. "You still came from me. I am the reason of your existence, Midaeh.."
Lavender is in love with Yuan, the perfect guy--kind, sweet, charming, and a musician like her. The problem? He's not real. He only exists in her dreams.
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Lavender Laxamana can't sing or play the guitar in front of anyone anymore. She hides in her dreams where she can perform and play music to her heart's desire with Yuan. Lavender has already accepted that the man she loves is just a figment of her imagination, but when she crosses paths with Aki, a starting artist who goes by the name of Musikero and looks and sounds like Yuan, Lavender is hopeful they can finally be together in real life. But reality slaps her in the face when she finds out Aki is the exact opposite of Yuan, and he loathes her.
While Lavender struggles to find the connection between Yuan and Aki, can she finally find the courage to stop escaping from reality--no matter that Aki may be in love with another woman? And can she finally face the rhythm and beats of her heart and pursue her passion again? How far will she go--or not go--for her dreams?
DISCLAIMER: This story is written in Taglish.
COVER DESIGN: Regina Dionela