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Hidden behind a half-open door, I watched a stranger beat a man half to death.
*"Who is the girl?"* he demanded.
The room fell silent.
Then someone whispered,
*"We don't know where she is."*
Only then did I realize they were searching for me.
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I don't remember when the dream first started. Maybe it was always there.
Every year, it comes back. Not as a new dream - but as a continuation. Like a story that refuses to end. I see the same places, the same people, the same fear waiting for me every time I fall asleep. And with every part, the mystery only gets darker.
There are crimes in this dream. Disappearances. Secrets I was never supposed to know. Sometimes I wake up remembering details too clearly... like they were memories instead of dreams.
I'm Mayaa Myst, and this story is inspired by the real dream that has followed me since the earliest age I can remember. Even now, the dream hasn't ended.
I've told this dream to so many people, hoping someone would finally explain it to me. But no one ever could.Sometimes I wonder if my mind created it. Sometimes I wonder if it's trying to tell me something.
And after years of carrying this dream alone, I decided to write it instead.
Welcome to **Trapped in the Endless Dream**.
Make sure to read the prologue.