Finding My Way to You
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Complete Wed, Sep 13, 20236h 4m
It's been many years since dreams changed, no longer being the wonderful mixture of fantastical and practical, having stuck to only replaying memories. The more Hob thought about it, the less he found it fair that so many people hadn't had the chance to experience how they used to be, for the new dreams were nothing compared to the ones of his childhood. He would blame these thoughts for the dream that he had that night, of things feeling strange, of there being something far away, if only he could get closer.
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A story of how Hob brings it upon himself to return the dreaming to its former glory, and if that means getting to learn about this being known as the Dream Lord as he goes through a maze, well, that won't stop him. It won't be easy, with many challenges to come and memories to face, good thing that he is known for being stubborn.
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