Dreaming Of Spiderwebs || P.Parker

She thought it was just a dream-fleeting flashes of a boy with kind eyes, laughter echoing between brick walls, and a name that slipped through her fingers like water. But when those dreams start bleeding into her waking life, they don't feel so imaginary anymore. No one else remembers him, yet his absence feels too loud to ignore.
In a city that never stops moving, she searches for a ghost who might not exist-following fragments of memory, chasing whispers through crowded streets, and piecing together a story the world has forgotten.