The torrent of light weaves dreams during the day, while the undercurrent of fear condenses into reality at night.
This ability did not bless me, but allowed me to see the cracks in the world:
Dead friends still linger on the street corners, and the teacher's face turned blank in class.
He is the "dream weaver" who walks in the eclipse night, able to spin despair into the light of hope.
She is a "dream breaker" who struggles in the sun, and her dreams are like cages at her fingertips.
As a result, a war about reality and illusion began quietly in this sea of dreams.
They are looking for the unreachable shore, and the price may be the sinking of the entire world.
