Dream Forecast; A Highland Saga Story.
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Last published Thu, Apr 2, 2026
(Writing Paused For Reorganization of Story and to properly introduce the highland saga as the act 1 trilogy)
An ancient prophecy's telling finally fulfills on the residents of a far away, modern society made up from fragments of a broken earth, leaving a town of creatures and humans alike to unite and break out of their confined dimension to unite with the rest of the denizens of the fractured new earth, but little do they know, the prophecy they knew so little about only begun to form.
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