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Why Are My Dreams Realistic? Chapter 47 : Time Will Repeat But Everyone Will Remember
“To the book that I’m holding. The power is in my hands to change the actions of the characters of the world. The perspective will flip in accordance with the changes of time. No one will notice, and no one will ever care. But all these things will come for naught and it would only end into oblivion as this power is there just to help him change the outcome of the desirable path.” "Such things are desirable. The world is now in the palm of his hands. Even if I prevent everything from falling apart only you are able to save everyone in this destruction." He flipped the book of the worlds that contains the structure and life of his own creation. He set his goals to pursue happiness yet failed to realize that everything is supposed to be a team and not a one-man work. Even if I waited for him to forgive me, he wouldn't do so even if it cost them the life of the one he saves and the one he loves. "I've changed many things already. I've set the paths that align to the designated path th
Why Are My Dreams Realistic? Chapter 48 : </> 01010010 01100101 01110011 01100101 01110100 00001010 </>
It feels heavy to open my eyes. I feel so tired. Was it because of what Nought gave to me? He entrusted his powers to me and strengthened me even more even though I don't know how to control nor use it. I have my own magic will to control the power of time on my hands like it was nothing. This power increased my strength a hundred times more and would only come to waste as I didn't know how to use it. “Sigh...” - That’s one long sigh. Have you prepared your apology? An apology. Ah... No, not yet. I haven't done so. I'm preoccupied and I just woke up from the nap as I took the power that Nought gave me. My body is still adjusting and my throat is dry also, where am I? - Then make sure to have some before you arrive. “Sigh……..” Okay then... I woke up in the middle of the park. Maybe it was Nought who moved on to this place. It sounded so peaceful. No voices can be heard in the distance only the instrument being played in every house as if it was an orchestra. An apology that I mus
Why Are My Dreams Realistic? Chapter 49: The Colorful World Of His Memory
The world was dark and painted with ugliness. The world is much more boring with the same scenery I see. The world was much more stupid with the loneliness I felt. The world was so… small that there was no reason for my living Then, the world changed with a book. My life became vibrant. Created a purpose and lightened my heart. Enlightened me with the dreams I want to achieve. Encourage me to step out of my room. It gave me the hope of living. Achieved my first dream: friends. Achieved my second dream: life. Achieved my third dream: colors. Achieved my fourth dream: worlds. Achieved my infinity dreams! The Amazing wonders of this world gave me a reason to live, In the infinite possibility of epoch. My thoughts, my wishes, my dreams, All of it will come true, Within the vibrant smile with my friends along the only street. With the colorful smiles, we have. To every corner of the houses, we passed by. To the tightly held hands as we walked and greeted everyone with
Why Are My Dreams Realistic? Chapter 50 : Who Am I Now? Am I still The Same?
[25, May. 7:23 P.M.- A Timeline of Dreams.] It was a comfortable nap on the sofa that I lay down last night. An unfamiliar world, but I'm too comfortable to not even care or is it just I'm afraid to actually notice it? I'm having this excruciating feeling deep in my chest as if it was being pinch so hard that it hurts. I'm so dizzy, everything feels far from me. This world with two sides that tell me who I am and what this world has to offer to me. A world that is far out of reach yet here I am expecting something good that might happen within the remaining time I only have. I opened the equipment used to reheat the kettle filled with hot chocolate. I waited until its soft hum filled the room with an aromatic scent. I poured it into a cup with a little bit of milk to mix the flavor and a tiny edible marshmallow. The steam that came out from the kettle gently touched my face as I indulged myself in a drink that I'd made, drinking it while watching between the small window gap where li
Why Are My Dreams Realistic? Chapter 51 : The Memories of My Other Self
[Time: ∞ Day: Unknown…] “Ngh…” It's so rowdy. It's so hard to breathe. My eyelids are so heavy. What is happening? My senses were dull and utterly useless. I couldn't feel where I was nor I could sense the surrounding area within me. It's warm and my back was laid by something soft but heavy near my head. I can hear someone talking. Was it Seraphim or was it Zero? “How was it, Seraphim?” Seraphim!? As I heard the name of Seraphim. My head quickly lightened up. I didn't notice that I fell asleep. My body was getting stiff as time went by, slightly trembling as I listened to the muffled voice I was hearing. “What are we going to do now, Seraphim?” Hello! As I called for Seraphim, I saw my hands were visually transparent as I tried to reach for them. Multiple hands were surrounding me, forcing me to watch the imagery. Time was ticking as I looked for something to learn where I was. V I tried to look around, but I was being kept around in a small cage around Zero. A forcefield that
Why Are My Dreams Realistic? Chapter 52 : A Story Of How They Shaped The World : (part 1)
A voice suddenly called out to my name. I instantly turned around, finding where the voice came from. It was faint, yet I knew it was near. “Oh.” I was stunned to speak as I saw that everyone was looking at me with their eyes full of sadness and grief. Everyone looked at me with concern as tears poured out of my eyes. “I’ve returned…” I said to myself. “You’re back.” Mirai’s eyes were eager yet full of sadness and regret. An emotion I don’t understand, yet my chest is pounding. She rushed towards me with her open arms and hugged me as our tears rolled into our eyes. I firmly grasped the shoulders that had given me hope for a life of happiness between the worlds. The music of life as I cry on her shoulders as the memories of life swirl around my soul. Flure looks at me with contempt and happiness. Louis is glad yet sad about the outcome. The images of everyone I love in a world full of sadness and grief. With the melody that screams in my soul. It is the end. The end of a never-en
Why Are My Dreams Realistic? Chapter 53 : A Story Of How They Shaped The World : (part 2)
“Did you get everything that I said, Mori?” Seraphim looks at me, waiting for my response. “I got it.” “It’s all thanks to Raoul. Even though the situation where we found him is somewhat unbearable since we couldn’t help but repeat the same pain he had experienced from the worlds we had created. We need our imitations to see him so they can relay the answer of this world to you. The answer is "where two souls shouldn’t meet.” “That’s right. There’s still another soul, right?” I asked. “No. Nought already gathered his little pieces of soul between worlds. It is you and Nought that shouldn’t meet. The reason is because we're risking the destruction of our world. If Nought dies, our world will be erased in the book." "I guess everything that you two did was for me to meet you two in this world just to take back my soul." I felt sad because they risked their world just to give me a piece of my soul. "It's nothing really. It's just how it is. Even if preserving this world ended in a f
Why Are My Dreams Realistic? Chapter 54: The Last Goodbyes To My Friends Created With My Doubt
Deep into an unknown forest with my hand still tightly held by Seraphim with her face beet red as we both catch our breath. The chirping of cicadas in the dark forest echoes within the moonlight not far from where we are. “Phew. Thankfully, they did not say anything anymore. It would be too annoying if they stopped us.” Seraphim removed her grip from my hand. “Wha-what are we going to do now?” I asked as I tried to catch my breath after all that running. “What else? We’re going to your place.” She said casually. “But I don’t want to go back.” “You’re going back. I need you to say your goodbyes to the imitations of your friends in this world. You have something to say, right?” With the way things are going, my only option is to do what she asks me to do. It’s only apologizing and saying goodbyes. Goodbyes? “Uhh, why do I need to say goodbye to them?” “You’re going to return to your world and never return here. I don’t want to risk you meeting him in this world. But if you’re
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Chapter 78: "Metamorphosis."
Flure’s POV: The colors I see in my eyes are strange. Spheres of various colors floated around, with cogs and rings shaping it into a watch-like structure. I could tell the time of people merely by gazing at the colors that everyone emits in this unique eye that I have. I've watched many people's time pass and disappear, just to be replaced by a door of a different hue and structure. I cursed my eyes because even if they could see the colors and the remaining time of everyone, it wasn't useful and only distracted me from the world. The doors of the dead, which come out of nowhere, have an eye-catching green and black radiance. Opening it leads to another world, the person's life etched on the door. My eyes aren't beneficial. It became the foundation of shame and dread I tried so hard to conceal it under my cheerful smile and quips. Whenever I see a clock on a person's haze that emanates a brilliant glow, I can sense the end of their time, revealing a stopwatch. I tried to catch it,
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Chapter 77: "It's The Little Thing We Have In Life That Makes Us Happy."
Amid life's equation, death blooms, and music and illumination emanate from the gentle glow that encompasses everyone and cherishes them all. A sun as pale as the souls of everyone hides in the corner, embracing everyone at the tower's entrance. Turning around, I saw kids my age eagerly making their way up to the tower, aspirations and dreams stoked by the blaze of desire. “Self conquers the first and of victory.” was engraved over the entryway of the tower. Symbols of God the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit fuel the tower's surroundings. Recognition of the God revered by the tower's creator. A profound line of teaching that adorns the tower with the creator's immense pleasure and joy, signifying his love for his God. Then, I noticed two colossal rings encircling outside the boundary of this world. Nothing within my line of sight allowed a clear view of the distant structures where this tower was constructed; only the children walking towards the entrance and the sand they tread upon we
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Chapter 76: The Flower Bed For The Deceased
“Ah. Your future is yet to be determined, slowly fiddling amassed of different consciousness.” He slowly raised his right arm and swayed it around. “You can hear it—the voices of the world. Slowly drawing you in the far shore. Leering fear. Captivating.” The winds blew as fast as the bird's flight. It only lasted for about a second, as if teasing you with its cold and hapless emotion. As I listened to Abelard’s talk, my chest began to beat a little bit faster. “You’re still a child. Although in mind. Your soul is pure, filled with endless desire, but filled with storm—a strong will to live and be born anew.” “What do you mean by that?” I asked. “It means that you’re a soul filled with avarice. You’re soul is white as pure but tainted with avarice. That’s what I’ll say to you.” He began to change his foresight. The world began to shape and change as if he was altering it. “Ah. You’re a lost cause of humanity living amongst ye humans. How’d you wandered here, I wonder.” Abelard sai
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Chapter 75: Abelard The Wise
→ The story revolves around the wondrous epiphany of a tower. Life, flourishing. Living is detrimental. Souls, unbothered. Killing was a wonder. Death is attrition. → On the contrary. The tower expresses its gratitude towards you as the person who lifted the heights of impertinence. How truly satisfying. Humans would be filled with sorrow and revulsion from the serpentine consciousness of human life to the place called “dreams.” →The precipitous pathway along the twisted vision of scrumptious desire for asceticism on top of the tower. Ascending a top to receive the holy retribution of everlasting gaiety, searching for something, creating something, and dying for nothing. ***** My body drifts away to the field of white egret flowers, slowly drifting to a door where the sun radiates a much brighter light. Ahh…It’s not a place filled with darkness. Memoirs of the past constantly hunt me among the path of emptiness, which has changed to a light that fills that void—caressing my head
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Chapter 74: “Here We Are, Back Together Again.” (Part 2)
Droplets of water on the shower head continue to fall in a second interval. It resounded between the empty monochromatic walls of the bathroom, creating a rhythmic sound. A melodic hymn that resonated in the depths of my heart as if it was part of my bow. Time is a toxic trait that encourages me to turn my eyes to the cycle of life. A toxic devolve of imaginary people playing along in your head as you indulge in the hobby you picked up. It’s probably a bad idea to focus on oneself and forget the others as you go on your journey without thinking of your friends. We couldn’t live on our own since no man is said to be an island. Friends is like a sweet orange. It tastes great when you pick it up at the right time. You’ll know that it's good when the scent can be smelled even without peeling it. But if we decide to forget them, they’ll start to rot and lose their patience and will choose to cut out all ties. Thankfully, my friends aren’t like that, and I’m glad to have them. Haah… Rela
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Chapter 73: “Here We Are, Back Together Again.” (Part 1)
Amidst all the things that happened in the past months, nothing has changed, even a tiny change in the world. The world is still a monochromatic place that we call on as life. Life is flourishing with new faces of people living in this world. Is that their persona? Or was it their faces? I’m still uncomfortable to see the faces of different people living in this world. Seclusion… I’ve probably done it as we’ve got back. I'm playing the violin. An instrument that I found inside a case filled with normal papers and some other crumpled papers tainted with a black and indecipherable letter. Flure was staring at me as I played the notes the same way as it was written. {Hello, since this is the beginning of a new story, my life purpose isn’t complete yet. There was something that I was supposed to do last month, but I decided not to do it since I’m currently preoccupied with the violin. I decided to play this instrument to learn more about the original me. I want to know how amazing I was.
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Somewhere: The Hidden System
[I could hear the rattling sound of the clouds, reverberating in this colorful world. I can see everything in my eyes now. The blurry vision was gone now and I could see everything beyond the horizon. I can now see the mountain range covering another world that was once blurry in my vision. My hand can slightly move against the thick layer of ice I’m confined with. This place began to glitch, and the person I talked to said he needed to go somewhere. My head feels lighter than usual.] [The wind suddenly became erratic. The ripple it created in the air was so fulminating that it felt like the world fell from heaven. Then I saw his figure in the distance, walking somewhat like a flunk. It came to my mind that he had returned with the green light as it sent waves of heavily restricted words into the sky. His eyes were dead tired from his swollen face, and dark eye bags. He greeted me as if I was a friend on his lonely place.] "Oh, you’re awake already… Did you have a nice dream?” Dēria
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Chapter 72: "Oh? This Is The End? Kinda Fast For Me. Would There Be Another One?"
“Now. What should I tell you? There’s a lot of things that I wanted to say, but I think it would take a hundred years to actually tell everything to you.” Linus looks so gleeful with a smile that would’ve taken aback every person. It feels like a trek to the path in front of him. I'm still vigilant, but not in a way where I’m wary. I'm still slightly uncomfortable, but it feels weirdly warm when I finally reach him. The identical void in his pupils has a sense of deceit and falsifies anything he says. But for some reason, I feel relatively calm and full of hope maybe because it was about me. It felt like I was walking on a putrid path in one straight line. Every step felt like a mile. Every step felt like I was descending to my own hell. “Ngh…” A cacophony of noise rings my head frantically. The noise inside my head was so unbearable that I had to stop on the track and lay my head again, using pressure from both hands to stop it. I smashed my head in the soil, which had stopped t
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Chapter 71: "This Was The World I Created For Him, And Yet You're All Using It For Yourselves!?"
“Heh.” The boy had a grim smile when I turned around. There was a hint of disgust and annoyance hidden behind his innocent smile. His eyes were as dark as a void filled with nothing but a hollow death as I stared directly. I tried to wipe off the tears on my eyes, but it continued to create anew. This sense of nostalgia is like I’ve seen one of my close friends. My chest continued to pound uncontrollably from the intense emotion that I was feeling. I’m trembling all over my body. My temperature continues to rise exponentially. Then suddenly, with that sense of relief, my mouth opened with a smile of satisfaction I had never experienced. “I guess your soul would never forget me even though your memories were long gone.” The boy changed his smile to a genuine one. Seeing him smile made my heart pound faster and faster. “You never really understand this kind of emotion, huh? You’re still the same even though I’ve met you countless times in different data.” A musical instrument reso
