A year ago, I had a dream that I simply couldn’t forget.
It wasn’t just a dream — it was a feeling.
A soft, lingering warmth that wrapped around me like a secret message from the universe.
I saw colors brighter than anything I’d ever painted in my mind, heard voices that felt like they already knew the quiet corners of my soul, and felt a kind of love that was both healing and untamed. When I woke up, the images faded, but the emotions stayed.
I carried them with me — in quiet mornings, in the blur of ordinary days, and in moments when I needed hope.
And then one day, I decided I couldn’t just let that dream slip away.
So, I wrote.
And wrote.
And wrote.
This story, Whispers of the Seven, is the result of that dream — but it’s also a piece of me.
It’s where my imagination met the echoes of something deeply personal,
where healing and love merged with creativity to form something I hope feels magical to you, too.
~Snowsnelll❄️
https://www.wattpad.com/story/398738147