You’ve always considered your dreams a private world, a place only you could navigate. That was, until Crystal Reed appeared—first in your dream, then in another, and then in another—always smiling, always knowing things about you no one else could.

It started subtly. One night, you found yourself standing in a misty forest, the air thick with the scent of pine and something unplaceable, almost magical. Ahead, a figure moved gracefully between the trees.

“Hey,” she said, waving, her voice clear even though you knew you were dreaming. “I think… I think we can meet like this.”

You blinked. “Meet… in dreams?”

Crystal laughed softly, the sound ringing like a bell. “I don’t fully understand it either, but it’s real. Somehow, I can enter your dreams, and you can enter mine.”