didn't

ace of the crescent-moon icon. No installed files under Settings. Not even in he

't imagi

r hand still shook as she sipped lukewarm coffee from a chipped mug that read "Introverts Unite-Separately in Our Own Homes." The dream hadn

not rea

ults appeared, mostly sci-fi fanfiction and a few sketchy downloads claiming to help "boost lu

ir and rubbed her temples. A soft ping

ess

Unknow

: Open

t me tonight. 12:03 AM. Under the b

emory-the username from that old forum. The one

et

ridge? At

ail behind the park, a ten-minute walk from her house. The bridge itself was old, mostly used b

lace her mother would

her eyes, hair in a messy bun she hadn't even bothered brushing out. But there was something else

s-it wasn't just

eded a

ew she wasn't going

-

n her pocket, just in case. The streets were silent, painted in silver moonlight and broken by th

ward toward the small wooden bridge that crossed the narrow stream. A sin

at the edge

th

o

-mov

eath the bridge, a f

boy from

looked even younger in the moonlight-like he could've been

ame,"

ous step forward

head. "You s

nt the

d

between them, th

g to me? Why can't I stop dreaming that hallway?

thing is the Hollow. And it m

. "My time?

ke me. Like the ones before us. It means you've started to see wh

like a movi

st pictures in your head. They're spaces. Doors. Worlds. Som

You said I'm a Dreamweaver.

ce them. Walk through them with purpose

nte

hem between sleep and shadow. If it pulls you in before

n her spine. "Vani

ays ago. In the in-between. She's stuck. Half-awake, half-dreaming. Like

eaned against the railing of the

If you enter the dreamscape before you'

hat do

etched with symbols. "This is a Lucid Key. Every Dreamweaver must craft their own

back. "This one's mine. You need to make yo

owned.

f. Build memory structures. Forge clarity. When you'r

g does t

don't have much time. The H

ke a magical anything. She still didn't even und

se you remembered. Most people don't. But

-

week, Ava's wo

ging questions from teachers about Jasmine's sudden transfer-but each night

she learne

e had said it was suicide. But Leo had found dream journals. Drawings of doors. Notes scrawled

f the last active

Missing. Cau

ymbol on her wrist like an invisible tattoo (it only appeared in dreams), Ava learned to summon memory anchors:

gital clocks that never stayed still. Light switch

t. "Start small," he said. "Change the color of

ked and turned the dream's cloudy

Leo said, watching

ess came with

sensed he

as comin