Faceless Identity (Ongoing)
One quiet night, she slowly closed her eyes and was enveloped by a dream that felt real-too real to be called an illusion. In that dream, someone loved her completely. Without hesitation. Without fear. No doubts, no second thoughts. It was the kind of love that asked for nothing in return, but was given freely and wholeheartedly.
She was cherished like a long-lost treasure. With every word, every smile, she felt the respect, the warmth, and the sense of being valued-something she had long dreamed of. It felt like home-safe, warm, and real.
But when she opened her eyes, a question weighed heavily on her heart:
"Was it only a dream?"
Or was it a message from fate-a glimpse of a love that is yet to come?
She got up, a strange feeling lingering in her chest. She didn't know why, but a part of her was hoping... maybe it wasn't just a dream. Maybe it was a reminder that even amidst the chaos of reality, a pure and true kind of love is still possible.
