NOVEL NEXT In The Eyes of Truth
I believe in the existence of countless lives and worlds, each shaped by the choices and struggles of the people within them. Like a swordsman dedicating their life to becoming the best, a wandering magician searching for ultimate truth, a farmer toiling endlessly for their family, or even a dragon yearning for connection in its solitude.
Every story I've read—every protagonist I've admired—feels like a reflection of something more. A glimpse into lives that exist somewhere beyond the pages, living, breathing, fighting. Each story is different, yet they all share a spark of truth, as if they belong to a shared tapestry that stretches across time and space.
My name is Greg, and I've always loved books. They've been my refuge, my inspiration, and my escape. When I read, I lose myself in the worlds within their pages. Sometimes, I even dream of these stories as though I've lived them, feeling the wind on my face as a swordsman on a battlefield or the weight of power as a magician casting forbidden spells.
But dreams are fleeting. When I wake, I'm reminded of the truth: reality is cruel. A world without powers, without grand adventures, without the support of a destined companion. In this world, all we have is ourselves, struggling against the tide of pain and uncertainty.
Life is harsh. It tears at you, forces you to face the cold truth that happiness requires effort, and sometimes even that isn't enough. Yet, despite it all, life offers something precious, the chance to keep going. To persevere, to grow stronger, to make meaning from the chaos, like the heroes I've read about who rise above their struggles to achieve greatness.
For me, reading books has always been a small victory, a quiet rebellion against the mundane. But lately, the line between dreams and reality has begun to blur. Each time I dream, it feels less like an escape and more like a memory. A swordsman, a magician, a farmer, a dragon and they're not just characters anymore. They're pieces of something larger, and somehow, they're connected to me.
I don't know what it means, but one thing is certain: the world I thought I knew is beginning to change. Fiction and reality are colliding, and I'm caught in the middle of a story I never realized I was part of.
And maybe, just maybe, those dreams were never just dreams after all.
Chapter 1: Prologue
Do you believe that every dream we have is a reality in another dimension or time?
I believe in the existence of countless lives and worlds, each shaped by the choices and struggles of the people within them. Like a swordsman dedicating their life to becoming the best, a wandering magician searching for ultimate truth, a farmer toiling endlessly for their family, or even a dragon yearning for connection in its solitude.
Every story I've read—every protagonist I've admired—feels like a reflection of something more. A glimpse into lives that exist somewhere beyond the pages, living, breathing, fighting. Each story is different, yet they all share a spark of truth, as if they belong to a shared tapestry that stretches across time and space.
My name is Greg, and I've always loved books. They've been my refuge, my inspiration, and my escape. When I read, I lose myself in the worlds within their pages. Sometimes, I even dream of these stories as though I've lived them, feeling the wind on my face as a swordsman on a battlefield or the weight of power as a magician casting forbidden spells.
But dreams are fleeting. When I wake, I'm reminded of the truth: reality is cruel. A world without powers, without grand adventures, without the support of a destined companion. In this world, all we have is ourselves, struggling against the tide of pain and uncertainty.
Life is harsh. It tears at you, forces you to face the cold truth that happiness requires effort, and sometimes even that isn't enough. Yet, despite it all, life offers something precious, the chance to keep going. To persevere, to grow stronger, to make meaning from the chaos, like the heroes I've read about who rise above their struggles to achieve greatness.
For me, reading books has always been a small victory, a quiet rebellion against the mundane. But lately, the line between dreams and reality has begun to blur. Each time I dream, it feels less like an escape and more like a memory. A swordsman, a magician, a farmer, a dragon and they're not just characters anymore. They're pieces of something larger, and somehow, they're connected to me.
I don't know what it means, but one thing is certain: the world I thought I knew is beginning to change. Fiction and reality are colliding, and I'm caught in the middle of a story I never realized I was part of.
And maybe, just maybe, those dreams were never just dreams after all.
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