Dreams.
Dreams...
We all have a dream which is linked to an ambition, and, we all dream. Each are both either sweet dreams, or monstrously nightmares.
Nevertheless, all these doesn't matter, when you're in the Gates of Dreams.
Not only would you understand, the vast realities that blend a singular understanding of the word, 'Dream', but also, you would be dumbfounded by the numerous links of multitude dreams which can, and more or less, is visible.
Just as Nicolas stood there, on the field of dreams, staring into the space, "How... How is this even possible?." He wondered.
After encountering the goblin by the bridge, who demanded for a dream, Nicolas had reluctantly moved to a vast land of floating bubbles, each holding what seemed to be a fragile mix of memories.
The lustrous green, weren't enough to deceive his mind, neither was the calm soothing ocean sound, which seemed to mix with the warm breeze.
