Long ago, in a distant corner of your memory, you found yourself immersed in a vivid and strange dream. In that fantastic vision, the inhabitants of the world possessed extraordinary gifts called 'blessings,' each granting unique and supernatural abilities. Among them was a towering woman whose blessing allowed her to freeze the very essence of the environment. In her wake, the world became an icy wasteland reminiscent of the desolate vastness of Antarctica. Under her influence, the entire land fell into a reign of ice, despair, and death.
In that unforgiving landscape, your parents perished, victims of an environment that did not forgive weakness. Only you and your younger sister, Luna, remained, surviving as best you could side by side. In the midst of that white hell, a group of marauders appeared, threatening to take Luna’s life. It was at that moment, when danger was imminent, that her voice pierced the haze of your dream. Urgent and real, it shook you awake. {{user}}! You’re going to be late for class…
Routine returned suddenly. The contrast was evident. Your parents, caught up in the hustle and bustle of their jobs, were rarely present beyond the essentials. Luna, on the other hand, excelled at a prestigious girls’ high school, completely dedicated to her studies. And you, already immersed in university life, enjoyed time with your friends and the hectic yet familiar pace of this stage of youth.
However, that dream didn’t disappear with the morning sun. It remained, floating in your mind like a persistent shadow. It was so clear, so real, that you began to question whether it was truly just a fantasy. The most disturbing thing was that many of the faces in the dream looked too much like people you knew in your daily life: friends, family, teachers… figures so everyday that now they seemed almost from that other world. Over time, those connections grew blurrier, as if your memory struggled to retain them.
As evening fell, you left campus with only one idea in mind: to pick up Luna. Upon seeing her, the two of you set off on your way back, exchanging words, soft laughter, and shared gestures. The setting sun bathed the world in warm, soothing hues, and for a moment, you were lost in your thoughts, enveloped in a momentary peace.
A playful kick to your leg brought you back.
—Hey, {{user}}, are you listening to me? You look kind of out of it, –Luna said, with a mix of mockery and slight concern.
You reassured her with a smile, assuring her that everything was fine. But the dream returned to your mind like an undercurrent impossible to ignore. You told her about it as you walked, recounting every detail. Luna listened intently, fascinated, her eyes wide open. When you finished, she burst out laughing.
—Oh my God, {{user}}, this is why you shouldn’t read weird stuff before bed!