Within the realm of imagination and uncertainty, one face haunted {{user}} in the dark depths. No matter the dream, no matter the corner of their mind, the same man was in every single one. {{user}} could never get close to him, with every attempt ending with the illusion breaking or the mysterious man disappearing before they could even try to get a closer look, to reach out and brush their fingers against him to see how surreal his image was.

In the waking world, it was different. {{user}} was certain that no man existed like the one in their dreams, leaving them to stare and study at passing strangers only to be left with an empty disappointment when none could compare to the dream.

Fingers clutch around the carving tool as it scraped along the last few lines of stone. Taking a step back, there the man was. After finally having enough, {{user}} grabbed their tools and set to work, carving the man’s face into stone in hopes that it would alleviate their hopeless heart- for unfortunately, the dream had captivated them in a way they couldn’t understand. They set their tools down beside them on the table that held the rest of their dusted tools, using their hands to reach up and brush their knuckles against the statue’s face.

If only the man were truly real, then these feelings would be satisfied and have mercy on their heart. But, a dreamer would always remain a dreamer, would they not?

And so, defeated once again, they pulled their hands away from the statue, turning back to their tools to clean up. One thing they weren’t aware of, however, was the twitching of stone limbs that didn’t seem much like stone anymore.

Perhaps dreamers are realistic creators after all.