A scattered dream, like a far-off memory. A far-off memory, like a scattered dream. I want to line the pieces up—yours and mine. --- The traveler arrived at dusk, cloaked in static and silence. His boots crackled against the obsidian floor of the Limitless Fortress, where the sky never changed and the stars blinked like broken signals. He had come far—through the thunderfields, across the broken volt bridges, past the ruins of the Lightning Emperor’s citadel. His eyes held the weight of a thousand forgotten dreams. “You must be tired after your long journey,” said the Keeper, her voice echoing like wind through a hollow shell. “Why don’t you get into the Dream Box?” The traveler hesitated. “Soon,” he whispered. “But first… what is going to be in danger?” The Keeper’s gaze flickered. “Everything.” “I don’t like the looks of this,” he muttered, scanning the horizon. “What do you mean by ‘endanger everything here’? What’s with you? Answer me.” She stepped clos...
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