As dawn's first light tiptoes through the slatted blinds, casting a gentle glow upon the room, I find myself sitting up in bed, disoriented yet inexplicably aware that something extraordinary has just occurred. The alarm clock reads 3:45 AM, an ungodly ho...

---In the labyrinth of dreams, where the line between reality and imagination blurs, there exists a chilling narrative that I can still vividly recall. It was a night where the dreamscape became my purgatory, and the figure of a boy I detested took a sole...

In the labyrinth of dreams, where reality intertwines with fantasy, there lies a soul, an enigma, a lover of my own imagination. They are the one who haunts my nights, the one who whispers secrets only the heart can understand. Let me take you on a journe...