Dream Character Manifestation Guide
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Ongoing9m
Last published Thu, Feb 27, 2025
"A guide to manifest your dream character-until the dream starts manifesting you."
A fanfic within a fanfic. A writer who thought they were in control. A story that was never meant to be real-until it started writing back. The lines between fiction and reality blur, ink spilling into existence, until the author is no longer sure:
Did they create the story, or has the story created them?"
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