The Boy Who Walked Into Dreams

Elias Verdan, 24, tall and quiet with a thoughtful beauty, had spent years

mastering lucid dreaming and astral projection. What began as a hobby became obsession,

then truth, the place he felt most alive. During one of his dream journeys,

he saw her, a girl walking alone on a floating silver bridge above blue mist,

her hair lifted by warm wind, her sadness delicate but heavy enough to bend light.

She never noticed him, but he felt a pull. Not love, not desire,

just recognition. A string inside him had been quietly plucked. From that night

on, he searched for her every time he closed his eyes. Slowly,