The sky painted itself with hues of twilight as Haruto gazed out from his rooftop. The city beneath him buzzed with life, but in his mind, the dreams lingered—a persistent pull drawing him to a world he could barely comprehend.
The silver-haired girl haunted his thoughts. Each night, her presence grew clearer, more vivid. Her voice called to him across the void, soothing yet haunting. Haruto could feel it—the connection was deeper than mere imagination.
He leaned back against the low wall, letting the cool evening breeze wash over him. For a moment, the world felt distant, unreal, and only the dreams remained vivid—an endless canvas of wonders yet to be understood.
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The next morning arrived much too soon. Haruto shuffled through his morning routine in a haze. His dreams weren’t fragmented anymore; they were complete, vivid, and far too real. The boundary between reality and those dreams blurred, leaving him restless.
His phone buzzed on the kitchen counter. Aoi’s message popped up, pulling him back to the present.
Aoi: Good morning! You coming to the group study today? We’re meeting at the library.
Haruto stared at the screen for a moment before typing back.
Haruto: Yeah, I’ll be there.
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The library was bustling with familiar faces when Haruto arrived. Aoi waved him over to a quiet corner where Yumi, Kenta, and a few others were already engrossed in their study sessions.
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“Finally!” Aoi said, her eyes lighting up. “Took you long enough.”
Haruto chuckled softly, sliding into the seat next to her. “Had to prepare mentally.”
Yumi glanced up, a knowing look crossing her face. “Still dreaming about that place?”
Haruto hesitated, then nodded. “It’s stronger now. Like it’s calling me.”
Kenta leaned back in his chair, arms crossed. “You’re not going mad, Haruto. It happens. Dreams have a way of dragging us deeper.”
Aoi rested her hand on his. “You’re not alone in this. We’re here.”
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As the study session continued, Haruto struggled to focus. The weight of his dreams pulled him toward a different world—a world where silver-haired girls and shimmering lakes existed beyond the horizon.
Yumi’s voice broke through his thoughts. “Maybe you need to embrace it. Whatever this connection is, it’s real.”
Haruto let out a soft sigh. “Embracing the unknown doesn’t feel easy.”
Aoi gave him a reassuring smile. “It never is. But some things are worth it.”
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That evening, Haruto found himself back on the rooftop. The city below hummed in its usual rhythm, yet his thoughts raced in a different direction. He closed his eyes, letting the cool air brush past him.
“Who are you?” he whispered again into the night.
The breeze answered softly, and in his mind, the image of the silver-haired girl became clearer. She smiled, her presence gentle but firm, anchoring him in a world that wasn’t his own.
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Miyu sat at the edge of the shimmering lake, her gaze fixed on the horizon. The twin suns continued their dance in the sky, illuminating her surroundings with an ethereal glow. Beside her, Reiji remained stoic, his eyes fixed on the shimmering surface of the water.
“He’s close,” Miyu said, her voice barely above a whisper. “The connection is growing stronger.”
Reiji nodded once. “We have to be ready. The moment he steps through, nothing will be the same.”
Miyu’s smile widened slightly. “He’ll come, whether we summon him or not. The call is too powerful to resist.”
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Back on Earth, Haruto opened his eyes. The rooftop was quiet, but in his mind, the silver-haired girl remained, her voice a comforting melody in the depths of his dreams. The horizon awaited, and he knew he couldn’t resist much longer.