by JorbiJLegon
The night the sky split open with a green band, no one realized the world had just changed. It was not an aurora, nor a cloud, nor a passing phenomenon.It was a luminous wound carved into reality. For a university student and two of his friends, that strange glow left behind an invisible mark: the ability to cross, while they sleep, into a world that exists only in dreams… or so they believed. There, landscapes remember, shadows observe, and time refuses to obey the same rules. When a company connected to his father begins to appear linked to the mystery, sleep ceases to be a refuge and becomes a border. Between waking and dreaming, the Wanderer must break the barrier that separates the real from the impossible and confront the question no one wishes to ask: What is real when dreams begin to remember?
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