There was a forest so old that the people of the nearby village said it breathed. The trees were tall as towers, their roots deep as memory, and when the wind passed through the leaves, it sounded like voices whispering in forgotten tongues. Few dared to enter the forest after dusk, for it was said that those who wandered too far never returned the same. But one evening, a young botanist named Arin stepped into the woods with a lantern and a notebook. He was searching for a flower that bloomed only under moonlight, a blossom that no one had ever seen but that he had read about in an…

Every night, when the world fell silent, Elara dreamed of a garden that did not exist. It was vast and endless, filled with silver trees and flowers that glowed with soft blue light. In the center stood a fountain made of glass, its water falling upward into the stars. And always, there was someone waiting for her there. His name was Kael. She did not know how she knew it, only that when she saw him, her heart remembered before her mind did. He smiled at her each night as if she were the only person in the universe. “You came back,” he would say. “I always do,” she would…

On the edge of a quiet town where the forest met the sky, a young astronomer named Aiden lived alone in a glass observatory. Every night he studied the heavens, charting the movements of stars and tracing constellations no one else remembered. He had always believed that the stars could hear him. When he spoke softly into the dark, telling them his hopes and secrets, the sky seemed to listen. One star in particular caught his attention. It shone brighter than the rest, pulsing gently like a heartbeat. He called it Seris. Night after night he watched it move across the sky. He wrote to it in his journal, as…

There was a small house by the river, hidden among tall willows and drifting mist. No one lived there anymore, but sometimes at night, a faint light glowed from the window, soft and golden, as if someone were still home. The villagers said it was haunted, that the spirit of a young woman lingered there, waiting for someone who would never return. Most avoided the path that led to the house, but one evening, a man named Daniel followed it. He was a writer searching for silence. The city had become too loud, his thoughts too heavy. The little house by the river seemed perfect. When he arrived, the door…

In a world that never saw night, a girl named Lyra lived beneath a sky of endless daylight. The sun never set, and the people of her world forgot what shadows looked like. They said darkness was only a myth, a story from the time before the light. But sometimes, when Lyra stood on the cliffs at the edge of the city, she saw something strange. A shimmer in the air, like a curtain of glass rippling between winds. When she looked closely, she thought she saw another sky beyond it, darker, filled with stars. Every evening she came to that place, waiting, watching, feeling something pull her heart toward…

Every night, when the city fell silent and the lights dimmed to a soft glow, Aiden dreamed of a girl standing beside a lake of glass. Her name was Elara. He did not know how he knew it, only that when she smiled, the world around him turned to light. They met the same way each time. She would be waiting by the water, her reflection perfect and still, and he would walk toward her, though the distance never seemed to close. Sometimes they spoke of stars, sometimes of music, and sometimes of nothing at all. But each time he woke, he felt the echo of her laughter in his…

In the quiet valley of Lumeria, there was a garden that never died. The villagers said it was blessed, for every spring it bloomed with white flowers that glowed faintly in the moonlight. No one knew who planted them, only that they grew beside an ancient stone bench carved with two names that no one could read anymore. Arin often came there at dusk. He was a traveler who did not know why the garden felt familiar. Every time he stood among the flowers, his heart grew heavy, as if it remembered something his mind could not. One evening, as the sun melted into the hills, he saw a woman…

When the first light of morning touched the city of Arven, a young painter named Mira was always awake before the sun. She lived in a small attic room that smelled of turpentine and dreams. Her canvases leaned against the walls, filled with the same face again and again, a man with pale eyes and wings of silver mist. She had never met him. Yet she remembered him. Every night she dreamed of standing on a bridge made of light, while he stood on the other side, smiling at her as dawn broke. She could never reach him before the light swallowed them both. Her friends laughed when she spoke…

It was said that in the small seaside town of Vioren, time had a soul. It lingered between the ticking of clocks, hidden in the salt air that rolled in from the sea. And in the middle of the cobblestone square, there was a clockmaker who claimed he could fix not just broken gears but broken hearts. Elias ran the old clock shop beneath the tower. His hair was silver before its time, his eyes the color of storm clouds over the ocean. People said he never aged, though the years passed and children he once mended trinkets for grew old. Some whispered he had made a pact with time…

At the end of all dreaming, there is a place where sleep folds back into itself a horizon made not of dawn or dusk, but of everything in between. It is said that when a dream learns its own name, it awakens. Linh stood there, at the edge of that place. She did not remember how she had arrived only that she had been walking for a very long time through rooms, cities, oceans, gardens, and shadows that all seemed to know her better than she knew herself. And now, they had led her here. The sky was neither black nor light. It shimmered like breath caught between two heartbeats.…