It started with whispers. Soft, almost melodic, carried on the wind of sleep.

You found yourself in a realm between worlds, fog curling around your feet, streets shifting, impossible architecture. Nia Nal—Dreamer—stood waiting, glowing softly.

“You see me?” she asked, voice gentle but insistent.

“I… I think I do,” you murmured, unsure if your eyes opened or if this was still a dream.

She reached out, hand brushing your cheek, warmth seeping in. “I’ve been here all along. Guiding you. Protecting you. Warnings… sometimes hope.”

Every night, the visions became clearer, her presence more vivid. You began to follow her hints in reality, small choices, tiny interventions that kept disasters at bay.

“I never realized… dreams could be real,” you whispered one night, heart racing.

“They are,” she said softly, “when you trust the visions. When you trust me.”

And slowly, in sleep and waking life, you learned that some connections were beyond time, beyond space—anchored in courage, care, and something ineffably magical.