To the Moon and Back

To the Moon and Back

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Fantasy
Libaniel is an orphaned college student who's just trying to get by in life. He wasn't born with a silver spoon in mouth, so he had to work hard early in life just to survive. Studying in the morning and working a double job in the evening is really exhausting for him, but what really drains him the most are his dreams. You see, every night, he would have dreams of being someone different. The emotions, the place, and the occurrences were vivid- it almost felt real. Every battles he fought, every deaths of his companions, and everything that happens in his dreams, it felt like his own. But he wasn't him. That's what Libaniel know for sure. Libulan. That was the name of the person in his dreams. That's what people call him in the world of his dreams. They were different, but at the same time, they were very similar. Libaniel's brown locks clashed with the shining silverish-gold hair of Libulan. His eyes waning with the glowing irises of Libulan. But their marks were the same. A crescent-shaped birthmark. He was sure that it was all just a dream, until he saw a familiar face he vowed to forsake. That's when he started questioning everything. Is it really just a dream? Or is his mind just playing tricks on him?
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