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MidReal Story
Dreamweaver's Sacrifice
Scenario:"Oh! THAT was a DREAM!
In the quiet corners of the night, Elara slips into vivid dreams. In this ethereal realm, she meets a mysterious stranger—an enigma wrapped in stardust. Their love blossoms amidst moon-kissed gardens, whispered promises, and stolen kisses. Unbeknownst to Elara, an unseen audience reads her dream like a novel. As the dream nears its end, Elara awakens in a hospital room, tubes snaking around her. The novel concludes without a proper ending, leaving readers pondering the thin veil between dreams and reality. Elara's boyfriend, who entered her dream to save her, sacrifices himself to keep her there.
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Elara Jennings
dreamer,in a relationship with Alex,long dark hair,green eyes,imaginative and introspective
Alex Mercer
Elara's boyfriend and a key figure in her dreams,short blonde hair,blue eyes,protective and selfless
Dr. Evelyn Hart
Elara's attending physician who becomes involved in her mysterious case,curly red hair,hazel eyes,intelligent and compassionate
I’ve always been a dreamer.
When I was little, my mom would tell me that I had an overactive imagination.
That I needed to stop daydreaming and focus on the real world.
But the real world was boring.
It was filled with rules and expectations that I didn’t want to follow.
So, I kept dreaming.
And when I met Alex Mercer, my dreams became even more vivid.
He was the man of my dreams, literally.
Every night, he would come to me in my sleep and we would make love for hours on end.
I’ve always been a dreamer.
When I was little, my mom would tell me that I had an overactive imagination.
That I needed to stop daydreaming and focus on the real world.
But the real world was boring.
It was filled with rules and expectations that I didn’t want to follow.
So, I kept dreaming.
And when I met Alex Mercer, my dreams became even more vivid.
He was the man of my dreams, literally.
Every night, he would come to me in my sleep and we would make love for hours on end.
He was perfect in every way—kind, loving, and so incredibly handsome.
I’d never met anyone like him before, and I knew that I never would again.
Alex didn’t feel like a dream.
He felt real in every way.
He touched me like he meant it.
He kissed me with passion so intense that it burned me alive.
I’d never experienced anything like it before, and I never wanted it to end.
But every night, no matter how hard we tried to hold on to each other, we always slipped away from one another in the end.
And then, just like that, he was gone.
And I was left alone in my bed with nothing but a memory of what could have been.
The first time Alex appeared in my dreams, I thought he was just a figment of my imagination.
I thought he was a representation of everything that I wanted in a partner—kind, loving, and incredibly attractive.
But as the nights passed, he became so much more than that.
He became my best friend—the one person who understood me better than anyone else in the world.
