In the quiet solitude of the night, as the moon cast its silver glow over the world, I found myself ensnared in a web of dreams. Dreams, which, in their ephemeral nature, should have faded into the morning mist, yet this one clung to me, a ghostly whisper...

In the labyrinth of dreams, where the line between reality and imagination blurs, there lies a peculiar vision that has left many bewildered and intrigued. The dream of an unknown woman draped in pristine white attire has become a recurring enigma, shroud...