Lucid

He was a fascinating character. Where he went, so too did the fireflies, their twinkling starlight shadowing his every step. When he was around, she wasn't alone. She had a friend.

A friend who was there for her. Whom she learned much and more.

"I want to see him again."

But it's just a Dream. And Dreams don't exist.

And neither does he.

To Dream is to walk another world.

Most forget upon awakening--but she remembers. An odd one she is, ever lost in her thoughts, talking of worlds, places, people, and things that didn't exist. Don't exist. As if they were real.

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Contents

Prologue: Bad Start
Ch. 1: The North Star
Ch. 2: Cold Front