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It happened on a night that felt too quiet.
The air was still. Even the city seemed to hold its breath. We were sitting on the balcony, watching the stars, talking about nothing and everything.
Then suddenly, the lights around us flickered.
I thought it was a power cut, but then I saw it—the sky. It wasn’t the calm night sky anymore. It was glowing red, just like in my very first dream. Ash floated in the air. The soft hum of the city was replaced by a deep, distant echo… like the sound of a clock counting down.
My chest tightened. “It’s happening again,” I whispered.
He didn’t answer. He just took my hand, his grip steady but his eyes reflecting the same fear I felt.
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And then it began.
The world around us shimmered—like glass breaking. Buildings stretched and twisted into shapes I didn’t recognize. The air felt heavier. The scent of burning lilies—the same one from my old dream—filled my lungs.
Before I could even react, the ground beneath us disappeared.
I felt weightless. Falling, but not falling. Colors and shapes rushed past, faster than thought. I wanted to scream, but no sound came out.
And then—silence.
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When I opened my eyes, I was no longer in our world.
We stood on a cracked rooftop, surrounded by ruins. The same rooftop from the dream. The sky was bleeding red, and in the distance, shadows moved like restless ghosts.
I turned to him, my voice shaking. “We’re back…”
He looked around slowly, his expression unreadable. Then he whispered, almost to himself, “It wasn’t just a dream. It was never just a dream.”
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Suddenly, a voice echoed around us.
“You have returned. The worlds are still unfinished.”
It wasn’t coming from anyone visible—it was everywhere and nowhere at once.
I stepped closer to him, fear creeping into my veins. “What does it want from us?”
He finally looked at me, his gaze serious but calm. “I think this time… it’s not about saving my world. It’s about saving both of ours.”
And before I could say anything, the shadows in the distance started moving closer.
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This time, we weren’t just dreamers.
This time, we were there. And whatever waited for us in this world… it was real.
But I wasn’t alone anymore. He was with me. And together, we’d face whatever was coming. ❤️
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Would you like me to continue the next chapter with your first encounter back in the dream world—where you meet allies or enemies from before? Or should I reveal a deeper secret about why the worlds are connected and why it’s you two specifically?
