This book is shaped by the episodic dreams I’ve been having since 2010.

At first, they were scattered and incoherent, yet unmistakably vivid, like living through an alternate life. I’d wake up either freezing or drenched in sweat, wondering where I am before realising that this is my true reality. But replaying them in my mind felt like stepping into my favorite movie—except I’d never wish for any of it to be real.

For years, I dismissed them as just dreams. But then I started noticing patterns. They weren’t random. They were the same story, told from different angles, through different lives. The more pieces I fit together, the more I questioned everything I thought I knew. It became too much.

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I needed an outlet. So I wrote them down.

Some parts of this book might feel like an anthology. That’s because this isn’t just one story—it’s many, all spiraling toward the same fate. An epic stretched across time, across lives.

And the dreams haven’t stopped. Different faces, different moments, but always with the same undercurrent. For now, I'm following it to its end.