The wind blew silently through the city streets, carrying whispers of the fading past. In the heart of the bustling city, amidst towering buildings and neon lights, a small, dimly lit apartment held its secrets. Ian awoke with a deep breath, the remnants of his dream still vivid in his mind.

Under a cherry blossom tree by a tranquil lake, Ian faced a woman whose face was both unfamiliar and hauntingly familiar, as if she existed in two places at once—both real and imagined.

He could still recall her warm, light voice and the way she gently called his name, evoking a deep sense of connection. The dreamscape felt eerily familiar, like he had been there before.

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In this recurring dream, they drank and chatted beneath the cherry blossom tree. Yet, each time the dream ended, Ian awoke with a profound sense of loss and heartache, wondering why.

“Who is this woman in my dreams? What is our connection?” he continually questioned himself.

Despite the haunting dreams, he carried on with his daily life, until one day, a girl who bore a striking resemblance to the woman in his dreams appeared. The boundary between dreams and reality began to blur, with each passing day intensifying the resemblance—the depth of her gaze and the cryptic smile hinting at secrets from another time.

Is this a battle between dreams and destiny? A dreamer’s past that glimpse through the veil of time?