ACT 0.0 Missing Link I

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Dreams, are the mind's playground, where it melds reality into its own whimsical creations. Perhaps in your dreams, you find yourself pursued by creatures with too many limbs, or maybe you soar through the sky, defying gravity for a brief moment. These nocturnal experiences, be they fantasies or nightmares, hold within them the promise of insight, a glimpse into what's yet to come or a reflection of what has already passed.The intricate tapestry of human dreams has fascinated minds for eons, giving birth to scientific, religious, and philosophical theories.These enigmatic realms echo with the resonance of significant events, using symbolism to paint the canvas of our emotions and personalities. As you traverse these dreamscapes, you catch fragments of subconscious desires, like fragments of a puzzle waiting to be pieced together.Long ago, life was seen as a dream bestowed upon mortals by the gods. Yet, as the sands of time have flowed, the mist of understanding has parted, revealing that dreams are mere fragments—glimpses of emotion, memory, or simple stimuli. Each dream, like a drop of water in an infinite ocean, ripples through the pool of time, a fleeting whisper that once vanished, is lost forever. And yet, within these fleeting moments, vital messages about who you are and the path you tread in life may be hidden, waiting to be unravelled.As you ponder the question, remember that dreams are not merely fleeting instances within the boundless continuum of time. They hold the power to be more—a window into the soul's yearnings or a mirror reflecting the depths of your subconscious. Good or bad, dream or nightmare, it can be anything you want. So, when you close your eyes each night, venture into those realms with wonder, for they are not merely fragments. They are a canvas, upon which your own mind paints the stories of existence, a realm where time itself bends and reality dances to the tune of your thoughts.***A soft, velvety voice shattered the silence, as a white cat inquired, its words almost akin to a professor posing a complex question after an exhaustive lecture. "Do you harbour a dream?" The young boy, clutching a book, was momentarily startled. His azure irises exuded an otherworldly luminescence, akin to topaz aflame with an otherworldly light. "...a dream?" he echoed, his voice a mere whisper, his gaze ascending to the translucent canopy overhead."Hmm... It feels like we've had a conversation like this before". "Well, it doesn't hurt to recall what we talked about." The feline's eyes gleamed like twin orbs of moonlight, and the invisible spectre of a question mark seemed to linger above, substantial and unyielding. Fingers tousled his hair, white as silk, as the query from the feline echoed within the corridors of his thoughts. The peculiarity of a speaking cat aside, the familiarity in its demeanor tempered the peculiarity of the situation."I'm uncertain whether this could be deemed a dream," the boy began, his words meandering like a murmuring stream. "Yet, on occasion, I find myself ensnared within a specific reverie." As though unlocking a hidden chest, a narrative flowed from his lips, filling the spaces between them with a tale of wonder.