Dndm_in_my_dreams_wildest_dream (Full ⇒)

“Captain,” one said, bowing. “The star-tide is turning.”

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“Your turn to choose the story,” a voice chimed—not in my ear, but in my mind. It was whimsical and echoed with the sound of chiming bells. dndm_in_my_dreams_wildest_dream

“Faster,” I said, and the ship responded, plunging through a cloud bank that tasted like wild berries. “Captain,” one said, bowing

It started with the smell of petrichor and ozone, a sharp contrast to the familiar scent of my pillows. I opened my eyes, not in my bedroom, but in a sprawling, impossibly vertical library. , whispering secrets in languages I somehow understood. This was it—my dndm_in_my_dreams_wildest_dream . ” one said